"Shuichi, are you in any trouble?" My mother asks me.
"Of course not." This was not a lie, I wasn't in any trouble.
Currently.
"This is the fifth time in the last three months that I've had to order you a new school uniform."
"I'm sorry Mother, they keep getting ruined. I can pay for a new one?" I was very glad she hadn't seen the state of the uniforms I had thrown away; they were too ripped and blood covered to be repaired.
"Shuuichi, you know you can tell me anything, right?"
"Yes Mother,"
If only that were true.