It was only a few months after the accident.

Keiji and his mother were out of the Hospital. He was now in Middle School. Lately,he noticed that his mother behaved strange. She ate less and was often lost in her thoughts. She looked also very pale. Sometimes, he asked her if something bothered her,but she said that she was only 'tired from her job' or something like that.

What he didn't know was that his mother was fired from her job a few weeks ago.

One time, at dinner, Keiji noticed a few scars at his mother's wrists. She meant, it were only little mistakes while cooking. He didn't thought any further about it and continued eating.

One day,he again asked his mother what was wrong,but only received the same answer as ever. He decided to just let it be and went to school.

That was his mistake.


When he came home from school he saw a few cars standing in front of his house. But especially one of the cars caught his Attention.

A hearse.

Then,Keiji finally began to understand.

No...

He remembered his mother's absences.

No.

Her pale face.

No.

The many scars on her wrists.

No.

He ran into his house.A few men were at the entrance and asked him questions,like wether he lived here and what's his Name,but Keiji completely ignored them and ran into the house. He ran into his parents' bedroom.

No!

Then,his heart stopped.

In front of him were some men and behind them...lay his mother,not moving a finger.

Next to her a bottle of vodka and a box with pills. Keiji fell into his knees.A man rushed to his side and knelt beside him. With his hand,he rubbed slow circles on his back and tried to comfort the Boy. Keiji didn't react. He just knelt there and stared at his mother's motionless Body. It was the same at the funeral of his father and his little sister. He just stood there and stared at the graves.

But he didn't cry.

He never cried.

That was the second time when Keiji's world turned a bit darker.