Story – Chapter 2
I DO NOT OWN CORPSE PARTY IN ALL OF EXISTENCE IN ANY WAY (sorry forgot to put that in the first chapter)
Ayumi P.O.V
Walking back to my failure of a life. That's how it is. Its still raining heavily, and is around 2 in the morning, while I'm still walking back from that horrible attempt. 'I should have waited until he left so I could just do it…' I think to myself as my small house comes into view. 'great now I get to be beaten for being out so late…' as I take off my shoes outside before slowly creaking the old door forward, hoping it wouldn't make any noise so I can possibly skip my beating tonight and pretend I was sleeping. Although hope doesn't get me anywhere, and of course I spoke too soon…
"Where do you think you're going?!" I hear him boom, "… I was out with my friends…" I lie, counting on him to be drunk so I can just run upstairs and lock my door, although I will get a hell of a lot worse beating If I did that tomorrow.
"Are you fucking kidding me? You don't have any friends! You are a stupid, miserable little kid who cant even try to become a proper lady!", he yells as he hits me hard with a vodka bottle, that soon shatters into shards of glass on my back and arm.
"AAGHH-hhh stop p-please" i manage to yell/stutter out over all of the pain and burning in my body, and the alcohol wasn't helping either. "Get out of my sight you pathetic piece of trash," he says walking away, "Don't come back so late or it will be much worse next time".
'Maybe I just wont come back next time, how about that?' i think walking up the stairs and proceeding to my room, which luckily has a bathroom attached to it. I slowly take off my clothing, trying not to touch any of the glass with my hands or shirt. In the bathroom, I slowly and carefully take out each of the glass shards inside my body. One of them was stuck underneath my skin, so I had to get out some needles and a small knife to cut it open so I could reach it. It wasn't like it was my first time doing this, so I was used to the pain that followed. As I stand in my shower, with the hot water streaming over my wounds, I cant help but shrink down to the ground underneath the shower and cry (Play the song 'when she cries' by Britt Nicole). I cry endlessly, and no one can ever hear it. When I was little, I was in an orphanage called Lena's. Lena was the kindest person I have ever known, and she was also very beautiful. She was older, around 50, but she had the biggest heart that you could imagine. She told me a story about how she spent her live savings on buying a mansion so she could start an orphanage, and was broke for a while, doing random jobs building up her savings once again and eventually had enough money to pay for food and supplies like beds and school stuff. Eventually kids started showing up on her doorstep, and she couldn't have been happier to help these children. It started out small, but gradually got bigger and they eventually had a complete family with more kids to come in the future. I keep thinking about going back there, but…. 'shes dead…' I break into more tears. I eventually get out of the shower when it starts to turn cold, and drag my feet to my room. I sloppily put on my clothes and cry myself to sleep on my cold hard bed, sobs racking my body painfully.
Yoshiki P.O.V
I limp back to my apartment, repeating whatever just happened in my head over and over again. 'Who would even think to do something like that?' I think as I unlock the door to my tiny room. I throw the keys onto the table and flop on to the couch before turning on my PS3 and putting in a movie. After about 10 minutes I tried to get up and realized, 'Shit! I forgot to clean myself up! Fuck it hurts…' i think as I carefully get up and make my way over to the bathroom. I take a hot shower and look at myself in the mirror, totally unprepared for what I saw in the reflection. I had a black eye and still had blood leaking from a gash on the side of my head, black, purple and blue bruises covering my chest and a long, deep cut slanted down my chest from my shoulder, all the way down to my waist area. I couldn't quite see, but I was sure I had bruises all the way down my back too. I wrapped my whole chest the best I could and lazily put on some sweat pants and a loose t-shirt. I took some pain relief pills, and made my way to my bed, falling into a painful yet uncomfortable sleep, relieving all of what happened in my head again that day.
BEEP – BEEP – BEEP - !
I slam my hand down on the overly annoying alarm clock, and groan as I try to sit up. Im barley able to sit up, from all of the bruises on my back and chest, and my splitting headache. I slide on my school uniform and clip on my student ID. 'Kishinuma Yoshiki, grade 10, Kisaragi academy senior high' it read. I quickly make myself some breakfast before heading out, knowing I will be late if I took anymore time. The school isn't much of a walk if you take the shortcut there, so I took the shortcut and noticed my best friend coming out of his house in front of me. I quickly pull up my hood and make my way over to him,
"Hey Satoshi", I greet my friend while looking away. I figure I probably shouldn't put any stress on him because he looked so happy this morning, but I wouldn't be able to hide it forever.
"Hey Yoshiki," he greets back, then looks at me with a concerned face while asking "dude whats up with the hood?". I tense slightly at his question then say "Im just uh, kinda tired that's all" while still looking at the ground. "I don't believe that for a second. If you were 'just tired' you would let me see your face, so look at me" He says concerned. "Just don't be mad…" I say looking up and pulling the hood down. I could hear Satoshi gasp quietly, "Dude who the fuck did this to you?! That's it right? You don't have anymore injuries right?" while he asked those questions I just kept quiet and looked down. I heard Satoshi sigh "Im coming over tonight and I want you to talk to me about what happened," I look up and sigh "now lets go before we are late" he says while walking past me toward the school.
Ayumi P.O.V
I wake up, sore from last night. I don't want to go anywhere public, especially not school. I put on my school uniform, a skirt and shirt with knee socks and small blue slippers. I find my student ID, 'Shinozaki Ayumi, grade 10, Kisaragi academy senior high…' It read…