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Chapter Three: Best Friends:

Nobody sees me.

Asahi Sayako and Isobe Naomi grew up in different worlds. Sayako grew up like a princess. She came from a rich family. Sayako had everything. Attractive, bright, loving parents, respect from her peers, even the teacher’s favorite. Sayako could be called the princess of Nagasaki.

Naomi was quite the opposite. She came from the wrong side of the tracks, so to speak. Like Sayako, she was a bright girl. Top of her classes, in fact. However, that was about it. No one noticed her. Her mother was barely around. Her classmates ignored her. Even Naomi’s long-time crush looked past her. She was, in short, invisible.

So, how are Sayako and Naomi best friends? It started when they were eight. All of the kids were playing in a public playground in Nagasaki. Even then, Naomi was alone. She spent her days watching the other kids play. All Naomi wanted was a friend.

Suddenly, emerald green eyes stared deep into her brown ones. The little girl jumped back startled. Green eyes smiled at her.

“Waiting for someone?” she asked. Naomi shook her head.

“No,” she said. Green eyes gave her an odd look.

“Then why are you sitting out here?” she asked. Naomi shrugged. Green eyes sat down next to her. She looked at her face for a long time. Naomi blinked.

“What?” she asked. Green eyes smiled.

“You’re funny,” she said. Naomi stared at her.

“Huh?” she asked. Green eyes bowed.

“I’m Sayako!” she said. Naomi still looked confused.

“Naomi…” she said, uneasily. Sayako grinned.

“Let’s be friends!” she said. Naomi looked really confused now.

“Huh?” she asked again. Her new “friend” grabbed her by the wrists. The other little girl blinked. But before she could speak, Sayako dragged Naomi onto the playground.

“Slow down!” the girl cried. “You’re hurting me! Where are we going?!?” Sayako didn’t listen; she kept running. The girl even laughed the whole time.

This is how the girls became friends. Sayako and Naomi looked rather odd together. Many wondered why they were friends in the first place. Naomi asked herself that question many a day. She was grateful to have a friend that finally saw her, but still…

“Sayako,” Naomi said in the girls’ bathroom when they were twelve. Sayako put on her mascara.

“Hm?” she asked. Her friend shuffled her feet for a bit.

“Why exactly are we friends?” she asked. Sayako was applying her lipstick.

“Say what now?” she asked. Naomi tried to put her words together before speaking.

“We have nothing in common,” she pointed out. “You’re highly popular in school and I’m a nobody. Everyone notices you more and we barely get any time together anymore.”

“And?” Sayako asked.

“Why exactly are you and I friends in the first place?” her friend asked. The popular girl turned to her, smiling. She patted her on the shoulder.

“We just are,” Sayako replied. Naomi blinked.

“That’s it?” she asked. Her friend nodded.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Okay…” Naomi replied, uneasily. Sayako smiled again.

“Come on, let’s go!” she said. “We have class.” Her friend tried to smile.

“Yeah, of course,” she said. Naomi never questioned their friendship again after that. Not out aloud, anyway.

But lately, something has changed. Not in a good way either. Naomi couldn’t remember when it happened, but she hated it already. Sayako wasn’t that oddly attractive girl that she met nine years ago. Naomi hoped that she imaging things. She knew it was real; her innocent mind was shielding her from the truth.

Not so tonight.

Naomi was studying in her room when there came a knock on her door. She didn’t look up.

“Yes mama?” the girl asked.

“It’s me,” a familiar voice croaked. Naomi froze this time.

“Sayako-chan?” she asked. The girl got up and opened her door. Glassy, panicked green eyes looked inside. Naomi nearly jumped.

“Sayako-chan?” she asked. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Let me in!” her friend pleaded. “Please let me in!”

“Okay,” the other girl said quickly. So, she opened the door.

The shock of that night changed everything. Naomi’s hopes that all of it being in her head instantly died. It wasn’t a dream. Oh no. This was a twisted nightmarish reality.

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