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Why does she hate me so much? Why did she do that? Why does she smile so much when I'm hurt? Why does she want him so bad? Why does she hate me? Why does he hate me? Why? Why... why am I alive? Why am I still here, full of life? Why, what did I do? Why do I deserve to...
Why do I deserve to live?
I closed my scarlet eyes as I inhaled a sharp and painful breath. As I took a small glance at the silver knife perched in my left hand, I noticed, it was mocking me, mocking me for being so, so weak. And as I slowly raised it at my chest, I felt a sort of pounding in my heart, screeching at me to stop. But as I was so very mindless at that moment, I didn't stop, I kept going...
"MIKI, DON'T!"
And that was when I realised. I had something to live for. Someone to live for. I was a monster. I kept tormenting him with my stupid games, while he only smiled at me, that same smile. The smile that kept me going. But now, my hands plus the knife were stained. Stained with crimson.
"Kaito, I hate this, I don't want to live."
He stared at the younger version of myself wide-eyed. I was so oblivous to him all of the time,
"Miki, you do realise you have something to live for, if it's worth anything to you, that is."
I looked up at him, my rounded face splashed with multiple tears, this wasn't the first time.
"What then?"
I pressured on as Kaito built up his courage, which was rare for him. For no-one else but him.
"Well, not exactly something, s-someone... who cares about you... a lot."
I, I didn't get it, since when did anyone care for me? Well, someone did. It took me too long to realise that...
"Who?"
I questioned him again, still oblivious to the pitiful, blue haired boy. It took me so long, to realise... to realise that-
"I care Miki."
But it was all, to late.