Erm. Yeah. This is what happens when I'm bored and write feelz. I really need to write stories more often at school. Because for some reason I can actually come up with ideas more better than when I'm at home. Probably because I get way too relaxed at home. Idk. Anyways...uh, enjoy I guess...?


Everything will be alright.

Or at least, that's what they said.

But she knew that they were all lying just to make each other feel better. During the first week after they returned back home from there, it did at least help her to not focus on what happened, but after a while it just got old.

Naomi was hardly attending school anymore. And whenever she did, she never said a single word, and would always stare off into space. And Ayumi could sense that she was still in a incredible amount of depression and disbelief.

Yuka was more insecure in public, and she barely smiled anymore. She also got more clingier, especially with Satoshi. But of course, that was expected, after the time she was separated from him for in that place. Plus he was her...well...her older brother.

Satoshi was mainly supporting the group, taking every chance he could to cheer them up and get them together. But other than that, nothing much else had changed about him.

Yoshiki went back to his delinquent ways. Smoking, drinking, etc. And every now and then, he'd get into a fight. She would scold him, but she really didn't have the energy nor the old spark in her to do so. Plus, she couldn't exactly blame him for changing to his old self.

She didn't really know if how she was doing was worse...well, most likely.

Ah, yes, speaking of which...

As of Ayumi...she had resorted to self-harm. Everyday, she'd always hide her pain, guilt and scars. Whenever they asked her if she was okay, she sadly smiled at them and said, "Of course I'm fine," with the most convincing strong voice she could. Every night, she'd either cut her thighs or her shoulders. She'd always wash them off after so she wouldn't bleed, but she didn't bother bandaging them. And she was afraid she was attracting too much attention to herself from her family already.

It hurt.

It hurt so much.

Always lying to her friends, saying that she was okay.

And their other friends were gone. Even their beloved teacher.

Gone.

Forever.

And it was all her fault...