Darkness envelopes my room. An accurate depiction of myself.

I'm arranging my clothes as I prepare to leave.

I just can't take it anymore.

Those two boys had labeled me an accomplice. Yeah, I'm not really worth much despite such a term. Even so, I felt...

I zip up my bag until it hits the end of the line, trying to think of a proper synonym.

Content.

Two terrorists trying to blow up areas of Japan aren't really friends. However, I can't help wanting to know them.

I was able to wash away my past misfortunes. I forgot entirely that I was getting bullied, I forgot how terribly I'm treated by my mother.

They destroyed my insufferable perception of living.

They gave me...

Hope.

As for my mother, I don't understand her. I try to help her, calm her down but she's overbearing to the point of psychotic. I can't turn to anyone for help.

Yeah, there's a limit I may handle until it tips over. I can't stay in this life anymore. I don't have a purpose. And no, not for others who seem determined to watch me suffer, no, a purpose I am sure I am able to claim for myself.

I check my phone, scrolling through the contact logs. I only see my mother's name as I scroll down on the rejected calls and texts until one catches my interest

The contact of which Hisami-kun called me on the day of their first attack.

I press the dial button on-screen.

Finding a needle in the haystack refers to the chances for him to answer. A few seconds pass and it skips right to voice mail. I didn't expect a response.

Like someone would whisk me away from this sinkhole of a life. I still had hope that I might be wrong this time.

I take hold of the bag in my arms, solidifying my resolve. Mustering up courage, I quietly look around, trying to keep my mother from figuring out what I had planned. I reach the front door in hopes to leave without a notice.

The heavy door sways open and creaks. Anxiety rushes inside me. The emotion doubled when I hear my mother is awake in her room. Instantly she asked if I was there. Her tone showed panic throughout her words.

I felt sick to my stomach but I know my ability to stay here shall break me. I rush pass the door, exiting the apartment I once called home and tried to find something, anything to not bring back this life I'm ready to throw it away.


Afternoon

I headed back into our apartment building, such a cozy place me and Nine own. He's still hung up about his past and I'm trying to cheer up the guy.

Cold, saw right through my exterior too. Can't say I blame him. I promised him to not get involved with her. Or try to at least. Speaking of Lisa...

I clutch the phone in my hands, looking at the app for maps and focus on the red marker moving in increments. The name above reads Lisa Mishima. Hm, did she leave? That's not the way to school either...

"What?" Nine returns from the terrace and glares at me.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." I whimsically smiled at him.

If not for our computer highlighting breaking news, he would've interrogated me further. One cold glance after another, he looks at the screen.

"Seems like the police have something to say." He quickly takes a seat. I flash another look at my phone, seeing the distance rise slowly. Placing it in my back pocket, I refocus on our plan.

"...Yeah, let's see what they have in store."