(Author notes are in parentheses)

…. = Change of setting/ Time passes/change of POV

POV= Point of View

I apologize ahead of time, I tend to change between first and third person.

Before, Karma thought that what Nagisa said meant he was going to kill himself, but I just wanted to say that's not what he meant. This will explain what he meant before.

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POV: Nagisa

(NOTE: Now it's after school)

Ugh…

Here I am.

In the same dilemma as always.

Either I go inside to my least favorite place in the world, or I could just leave.

What am I saying, I can't leave… she would just find me and beat me more.

Well, I could probably avoid being hit and kicked if I didn't put up a fight.

But, I just can't do that! I know it would all stop if I just let her treat me like the daughter she's always wanted.

I can't let her change my identity like that… I am who I am, I am not some push over little girly girl, like she wants me to be!

Okay, I've decided! From now on, I'm going to be more clear to my Mother. Even if she doesn't listen and hurts me again, I will hold my ground.

So now, I'll go in. Even if it means getting more bruises. I will make it through this…

"I'm home."

"Welcome, I thought about yesterday, I get it," I doubt it, "The dress might have been a little too girly. I apologize.I understand if you don't want to wear such a pretty dress, even though it would be nice."

Of course, she twisted my words into something that was more convenient for her.

"Mom, you don't get it. Yes, it was too girly, but that was not the problem…"

"Huh? If that wasn't the problem, then what was it? Because I don't see ANY other reason to why you would speak out to your mother."

She had a very cold, spiteful expression.

"Mom, I can't do this anymore. I'm your SON! I'm a BOY! Not a girl! I'm NOT going to change myself for your sake!"

She got that LOOK in her eyes again.

Face as red as blood, veins popping out of her forehead, and… Those eyes.

They just stare into your soul.

Right when she was just about to knock me down to the floor, the doorbell rang.

Both of us stood there for a second, a little surprised.

"Hello? Is this Shiota residence?" They sounded kind of serious.

Mom straightened herself out. Then she opened the door.

"Hello, officer! Yes, this is Shiota residence. If there anything I can help you with?"

She had on a nice and warm, fake, smile. As she always does when around other people.

"Sorry, can we come in?"

"Yes, if really need to."

"Pardon the intrusion."

I thought it was just him, but when he came in, one other guy followed him.

"Do want any tea or food?"

"No thank, Mam. Actually, we would like to talk your son alone."

What? Why? I don't think I did anything wrong? In fact, I don't think I've even committed a crime in my life. Maybe it's just a mistake.

Well, whatever it was, they came at just the right moment. Now I don't have to suffer through more injuries, for now, that is.

"Oh, then I guess I'll just go in the other room…"

…..

So now I'm alone with the two policemen. I'm glad that I don't have to be in the same room as my mother, but this is still nerve racking. These two men are a little intimidating.

"Now, listen carefully and don't panic. We received some disturbing news, and we would like to clarify that what we have been told is correct."

He was completely serious now. Whatever it is, I'm sure I'm innocent.

"We got a phone call from someone who said they knew you. They wouldn't give their name, so we don't know whether to believe that statement or not. But what the person talked about was a serious matter, so we thought we would double check."

"Ok…" That's all I could say, I couldn't quite get what he was saying.

"The caller said that," he took a breath," that, you had a bruises all over your body, and that they had suspicions that it was abuse."

What…

I was shocked. I was completely silent, I didn't know what to say.

"Is this true? And we need a completely honest answer. If it is true, we can help you."

I waited a second, thinking it over.

Should I tell them, or should I not.

If told them the truth, my Mom would get in BIG trouble. But then if I don't tell the truth, I would to stay here, in my hell accompanied with a demon of a Mom…

"What's your answer?"

"My Mom tries to make me the daughter she never had, and when I resist her, she…"

I started crying.

I tried not to, but I just couldn't hold it in any longer. It felt like all my suppressed feeling just came out.

The two men looked at each other, then back at me.

"It's okay, that's all for now."

…..

After that, they took my Mom and I to the Police station. They took us into separate rooms.

They started asking me questions, and later on I took pictures of my injuries.

After an hour or two, my Dad came and picked me up.

We went to his apartment.

I didn't spend too much time with my Dad, but I liked him. He was kind of funny and likeable.

My parents got divorced a long time ago, probably because of my crazy Mother, and Mom got custody. So I only saw Dad like every two weeks or so, or at least that's what it was supposed to be like. Mom always found a way to prevent our meetings from happening.

"Nagisa… I'm sorry about your Mother. She's always been like this, but I didn't know she would ever go that far. You should have said something sooner. I could've helped you."

Dad sure is nice…

"Thanks Dad, I'm okay now. But, I don't really want to talk about it, I'd rather get some sleep."

"Okay, you can sleep on the couch or my bed, you choose."

"I'll sleep on the couch."

Dad went to the hallway closet and got a blanket and pillow for me.

It sure is nice, not having Mom around. I don't have to be tense all the time, worrying about her mood.

I layed down on the couch, using the cover and pillow, and tried to get comfortable. It was hard, but I was too tired for it to even bother me.

"Good night, son"

"Good night"

(I'm sorry, this chapter didn't have any Karma!)