Greetings! I won't be saying much, just that I love you, that I thank you for your support and that I will do my best to update soon!

I'm serious.

Bye, Satsuki!


Nagisa's P.O.V.

Karma-kun didn't come to school today.

I looked at Nakamura-san who seemed as troubled as me but said nothing as the first period - Japanese was just starting.

Koro-sensei came in and took attendance but he already knew of the ones who were missing - only the redhead teen. It was too early to say if something has happened and we all hoped for him to show up later that day with some half-assed excuse.

When the third lesson ended, I just had to take out my phone and call. I might have just been paranoid but better be safe than sorry. It rang only two times.

"Hello? Karma-kun? Are you okay?" my voice was much more concerned than I expected.

The boy on the other side sighed and then chuckled: "Haha, you worried? How sweet, Nagisa-kun. Sorry, I just thought I would have a look on the new film that comes out today."

I deadpanned. Like for real?

"Karma-kun... are you serious?"

"Well it's a good one apparently and I wanted to see it. Too bad it starts during school."

And here we were, pulling our hair out because of him while he was enjoying some film. He even sounded so damn happy?! Honestly I had a feeling he was trying to mock us.

"Please come to school when you finish," I said with gritted teeth, smile on my lips but feeling nowhere near cheerful.

However, my friend just had no intention of doing so: "Nope, too much of pain. Oh, by the way I found a really entertaining game. The graphics' really good and there's lots of killing and torturing and gore. Wanna try? I just bought it."

Nakamura-san was now sitting next to me, listening to the conversation and laughing at my annoyed face.

"No, thank you very much. And you shouldn't skip so much."

"The game is actually pretty hard? I just barely passed level 2." Was he really playing it while talking to me? And intentionally ignoring my advice? Before I could even retort something, he added: "Ah, this one will take at least a few days to finish."

"You don't mean-"

"Woaaah! Damn I got killed! Welp, see you in four days!"

And he hung up, leaving both me and the blonde girl staring at each other with a dumbfounded face. This redhead of ours - was he kidding us? To think we even worried? But at least nothing bad happened. Hearing Karma-kun so thrilled and enthusiastic kind of made up for the fact he was ditching school but still, I was annoyed.


Karma's P.O.V.

I put the phone on the ground with a chuckle. Nagisa-kun must be really angry right now. I could very well imagine his disapproving face, thinking what a slacker I am. It made me feel a little bit better.

Well then, back to the problem... what do I do about all the blood here?

I mean, I could barely move, the bathroom was too far, not to mention I couldn't even get out of my room since I had locked it. Thanks god for that though.

Looking at the time, 10:58, I relaxed in relief and closed my eyes for a bit. By now, the bitch was already gone so it was the right time to take care of the wounds.

I lightly touched the cut on a side of my forehead and winced in pain. It was a deep cut and the blood was still blocking my view. My right hand throbbed even though I didn't even use it and my clothes were torn, painted in dark red.

It hurt.

Standing up seemed near to impossible. Yesterday when I escaped the old hag and locked the door, I passed out right there and then, hitting the floor real hard. Aside from the lightheadness and potential concussion, again, I worsened the pain on my stomach and somehow bruised a leg.

Waking up ten minutes ago, the pool of blood greeted me which I respnoded to with sheer shock and used such cuss words I didn't even think I knew. It was difficult to use the smashed brain of mine but at least I still remembered something from yesterday. Unfortunatelly. It would be nice to forget. Or just die.

Ah, stop with this.

Finally managing to pull myself up, I groaned as the wave of dizziness hit me and I stumbled. Thanks god for the walls. It took me probably a few minutes to regain ballance and then I walked out of my room, heading to the bathroom. Just as I said, that whore was gone. She always left before ten o'clock to meet up with her bitchy friends or with dad in a restaurant since she hated it in this house. Talking of dad, he hasn't returned yet - for now it was only her.

I entered the room, passing a square mirror where my awful, lifeless self reflected. I ignored it. All I needed for now was a just quick shower to wash away the blood and the yesterday's pain. It was going to be okay, I just needed to take care of the wounds, bandage them and then act as though nothing happened. I just needed to go back to the class to hopefully get all happy and better again. And if such thing wasn't possible, then I just had to tell myself that as long as I keep on pretending, somewhere along the lines, it will become true.

Right?

For some reason, I didn't feel the water. It hit my face, my backs, my shoulders and yet my body was numb, completly oblivious of the warm stream or the burning pain from the cut on my head from yesterday as she threw a dish at me, the bruise on my wrist as she cuffed me to the table, my arm injured from when I defended myself from her stabs with the fragments of that porcelane, the throbbing on my whole body as she kicked me.

Instead of pain, nausea came. I recalled her sweet, satisfied face when I was too weak to resist. The way she affectionately played with my hair, telling me how beautiful it is. Her poisonous touch, running down from my forehead, enjoying the red liquid and spreading it down my face. Whispers that I switched from telling me how worthless I am to how much she wants me. Or rather, how much she wants me broken.

And then the kiss. Her harsh, gross kiss that made me cry in terror and disgust.

Rub it. Rub it off. With soup, with a brush, whatever! Just rub it off. The sickening sensation of her lips, the dirty feeling.

In no time, I tasted blood. Stopping for a while, I touched my lips to see what I have done but it wasn't them but my tongue. I think bit it.

And thanks to that, the haze that beclouded my mind cleared, making me realize that I have been standing here for at least twenty minutes. I dried and dressed myself, carefully, and then took out bandage from a cupboard.

The way I covered the wounds wasn't anywhere near good but that was the last thing I cared about. Now that I was done disguising myself as a mummy, I returned back to the room with an old towel and bucket of water to clean off the floor. Took me just a minute since I only wiped it few times and then I locked myself again, drew the curtains and collapsed onto my bed.

I hurt so bad.

My body, my mind.

I wanted to see them again.

And yet I didn't want to see anything at all anymore.