This choice: Naoto wakes up to find herself the same height • Go Back... The alarm buzzed and Naoto awoke with a jolt, ready to record the effects of the concoction she drank. She moved over to the doorway of her bedroom which was covered in marker dashes to record height; Naoto thought it might have seemed childish if anyone else were to see it, but she lived alone in a rental home, paid for by a sum of money each month from her grandfather, so she felt she could keep her measurement ritual a secret from others. Naoto moved her head to the wooden frame and grabbed a yellow-colored marker, dashing just above her head as usual, and turned around to view her results. Her heart sank when she saw that the yellow mark was at 5'0'', overlapping the green tick, as well as the pink, and the blue, and the purple, blending to create a rainbow of disappointment of sorts.
"I should've known," she thought, "Errouneous claims backed by a celebrity name, textbook advertising at it's finest." Naoto felt silly, a detective like her fallen prey to a beauty product without any research before hand, it was not one of her proudest moments. She looked at her clock on her desk, it read 9:00 PM, the sky outside her window was a mix of black and dark blue to confirm this. "Junes must be closed by now, I can probably return these vials tomorrow, provided they accept with one missing vial."
Suddenly, a devious thought came to her; "You have nothing to lose Naoto, drink one or two more." Naoto froze, what would posses her to think of something like that? She tried to think rational thoughts, almost as if to argue with the imaginary devil upon her shoulder. "The label mentioned overdosage may lead to poisoning, I can't just drink more after one dose!" "But Naoto," retorted the tempting thoughts, "Didn't your grandfather give you small doses of various poisons and medicines at a young age to build immunity? Didn't he want you not to end up a casualty of a criminal out for vengance?" The voice was correct, her grandfather and her practiced mithridatism as a method of self-protection, surely one small dosage of the formula could not be lethal with the proper care taken.
"Drink it." That was all the voice said before disappearing back into the recesses of Naoto's mind. She stared at her bathroom cabinet for a good while before making her decision.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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