Nothing Can Surprise Me
by: Rei of Yandere
Chapter 1: My dear Yvette


My dear Yvette, I know a lot about you. You told me once that there's nothing you don't know about me. Then you smiled and said- and I remember exactly word for word:

"Rima, is there anything about you that I don't know?"

And I had lied to you and told you that no, you knew everything. Two years ago, I wouldn't have dreamed of lying, but it comes naturally to me now. You, Yvette, are the only one who deserves to know what no one else knows about me.

Now, two years after Laila, I can assure you, that nothing will surprise me. Then, the only surprise that I could've had came.

It happened two nights ago. I was sitting in my room, sprawled across the bed. My math book was open to page 139. I was working on problem 17. My eyes were scanning my notes as I investigated the distinct way to solve the problem.

I heard the doorbell ring. I didn't bother look up, because I knew that it was the delivery man. I had ordered some books a few days ago, and they should be coming any day now. My mom shuffled around, walking to the door. I heard her open the door. There was silence- not the usual words of 'Thank You' and 'You're Welcome' that normally came from her.

Suddenly, I heard a cry. It was like a wounded animal, and it terrified me. I jumped up off the bed and ran downstairs. I looked and saw her- my twin sister, Laila.

I stopped suddenly. Without my brain willing them to, my lips formed the word that I didn't want to say, because I wanted to stay silent and disappear. "L-Laila?"

I heard my dad running. My voice must've been louder than I expected- either that or he was responding to Mom's cry.

When he saw Laila, he ran forward and pushed me out of the way. I fell, and didn't move. The only thought that ran through my head: Laila had returned. My twin sister is back. Laila came back. She's back.

Of course, you know that. It's been broadcasted all over the news these past two days.

I was in shock. Suddenly I found myself sobbing as I threw my arms around my sister. My mom and dad were hugging her, and we were all crying.

"Laila!" I sobbed onto her chest. She cried, too.

We finally made our way to the living room. She sat down and I saw her for the first time in two years. I couldn't see her really well since I wasn't wearing my contacts. Her hair was dark brown and matted. It came down around her lower back, about half a foot longer than when she'd disappeared. She looked starved, exhausted, but happy. Her dark brown eyes were so tired, but scared.

"I'm so glad you're alright," I vaguely remember Dad saying.

She relaxed, but then looked at us and told us she'd broken her right arm. Mom cried, and, all of us in a daze, we made our way out to the car. I sat in front, with Mom holding Laila in the backseat.

None of us said anything. The whole drive took a million years, but was over before I could realize that anything happened. The whole night was surreal, but I didn't care. I didn't…feel anything.

Before I realized exactly what was going on, I was talking to Aunt Lea. She'd seen on the news that Laila had come back. I looked up at the clock and saw that it was nine in the morning. Had the news people been here? I didn't notice at all. Where had the night gone?

It was the most awkward moment, because I didn't know how I had the phone in my hand, or where the night had disappeared to, or why the news was there.

'Oh, right,' I'd thought, 'Laila.'

Somehow two days had passed. Laila's still in the hospital. She didn't say much, but apparently she'd been some sadist's sex-slave these past years.

It must sound horrible right now, no? Saying it in such simple terms likes that, but that's how it is. That's how it feels to me. I'm numb right now.

I'm home alone, because Mom and Dad are with Laila in the hospital. I told them that I want to be at home, even alone. I don't want to be at the hospital, even though Laila's there.

It's so quiet. I've been home alone all day, but I don't want to go anywhere with anyone. I think you called today, but I ignored it. I'm sorry- I know you meant well, but I just am not ready to talk.

Tomorrow is Thursday, and believe it or not, I'm going to school. I've already missed Tuesday and today, so I probably have a lot of homework. There's no way I can go until June when it's only February. I'm going to die by the end of the school year.


Yay! A new story. This is entirely by me, Rei. I don't know why I decided to write this, but it was inside of me and just had to be written. I hope you like this, because I'm having fun writing this.

Oh, and it says 'by: Rei de Yandere', which is just me trying to be fancy...

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