She crept through the hallway, heading toward the bathroom as quietly as she possibly could.
Suddenly, she jumped out of her skin hearing a loud cackle come from the bathroom. She was scared as hell, but she would never admit it. Pig-headed, her father said. Miki growled, wielding a large kitchen knife, preparing herself for the worst as she opened the bathroom door. Honestly, she didn't know what had brought her there, but she had heard laughter, and that was all she needed.
Her eyes widened and she nearly erupted in terror. There was a man in the tub! "…" she stared at him. His hair was black and shaggy, and looked as if it had been growing back for some time, and there was a large burn mark going down the side of his face down past his plain white shirt. Miki's jaw nearly fell onto the floor in pure shock. She new this man, yet she just couldn't bring up the name…there was massive amounts of blood covering the walls, but she did what her big "brother" from the Wammy's house had told her to do whenever she saw blood.
"Miki-san, just pretend it's strawberry jam!" he had said, but it just didn't help…"for god's sake, child, close the bloody door!" he said. She squeaked in terror hearing his voice, but proceeded to close the door. how could she forget his name? "lock it and give me that knife. There's no need to hurt anybody love." the man said. Miki couldn't help but stare at him, his eyes. His big, red, sleep deprived eyes, beautiful eyes. She new what it was. She refused to admit it though. He had to have been dead! She had prayed so hard that he would get out of prison and together they would kill the one that put him away!