(Author notes are in parentheses)
…. = Change of setting/ Time passes/change of POV
POV= Point of View
I apologize ahead of time, I tend to change between first and third person.
POV: NAGISA
Here I am.
It's Friday, school is over, and now I'm standing in front of the door to my hell hole.
I cautiously open the door, hoping maybe Mom won't notice and I can just go into my room silently. But, as always, she's right there, waiting.
"Umm… I'm home," I said nervously.
"Welcome home, honey!," she sounded cheerful, maybe she's in a good mood…
"I just got you a new dress," Uh oh, "and, may I say, I outdid myself this time!"
She held it up, showing it's white frills and light blue outline.
I eternally cringed at the girliness of it. But that's not the real problem here.
Ugh, here we go again…
"Ummm Mom, I'm not a gir-"
"Excuse me, but I'm pretty sure I know my own daughter, why are you talking nonsense!"
She said that in such a harsh voice, all the while holding a fake smile.
"Well, I'm pretty sure I know my own body, Mom! I'm not a girl!"
"Why you little bitch! You think you can talk to your Mom like that?! I AM YOUR MOTHER! I GAVE YOU LIFE! YOU OWE EVERYTHING TO ME!"
She kicked me onto the floor, and just kept kicking. Her heels heart so much, with that and the bruises I already have, it felt like hell.
I wish I could just escape this all…
…..
"Hey Nagisa! I was just wandering, why are you wearing a long-sleeve T-shirt in this hot weather?"
"Oh, Kayano! I just Felt like it I guess…" Of course, I was lying.
"You're so weird! Anyway, I heard that Koro-sensei went to AMERICA! Isn't that awesome! I want to go there too~"
"Maybe some day you can! But, when you do, you have to bring me along too!"
"Ok, but you better pay for your own flight ticket!"
"Okay, okay."
It's always like this in our class, everyone's smiling and having fun. I wish I could just stay here all day, and not ever have to go back home. This is where I belong, here with Koro-sensei and all my friends.
Why am I even thinking about this, I already know there's no hope for that...
"Nagisa~ What are you staring into space about?"
Karma brought me out of my daze, waving his hand in my face.
"Oh, hey Karma. I was just thinking about an assassination plan, that's all!"
"Hmmmm… if you say so. You had a pretty depressing look on your face, so I thought something might be up. Whatever, I guess it was just my imagination."
I'm usually really good at hiding my feelings, but for some reason Karma always seems to notice when something is off. I guess I'll have to be a little more careful for now on.
…
"Ok everyone, It's time for P.E! Go get ready! Today we are going over all our past drills!"
I hate P.E.
Not because of exercise, I actually don't mind that, but because of having to change my clothes.
It's already difficult hiding my bruises during normal classes, but I can't hide much if I don't have clothes on.
Guess I'll just go with my usual strategy for this situation: Wait outside the room till everyone leaves, change in less than 5 minutes, and get scolded for being late.
(I don't want to write out a useless "Locker conversation", so let's just say that everyone is done changing now)
Okay, here I go.
I went in, lifting my shirt, cringing at my stomach. (That's where his biggest bruises are)
"I wish Mom would just stop this, I don't think I can take it anymore…" He said rubbing the bruises. (NOTE: He says that out loud)
I take off my pants, slip on my track suit and leave.
After Nagisa leaves, Karma comes out of the corner he was in, shocked.
…..
POV: Karma
Did I hear that right?
Did he say 'Mom'?
Is his Mom beating him?
Why?
Why hasn't he said anything?
Ugh.. too many questions, not enough answers.
But with those bruises…
Maybe I should do something.
No, I can't, it doesn't have anything to do with me.
'I don't think I can take it anymore...'
WAIT! What did he mean by that?
It kind of sounds like… OH GOD, Please don't tell me that means…. Suicide…
I guess, maybe if I just give the police a tip as anonymous…
I'll go to a pay phone after school.