Nagisa refuses to look up. If he doesn't look up she can't hurt him. Everyone's knows seeing is believing and if he just doesn't see then it's fine it's fine if he just if he just doesn't it's it's ok please it's ok if he just doesn't

"Nagisa!" Her hands bury themselves in his hair and she shakes him like a rag doll.

"Why don't you listen? I want to help you! I've always wanted to help you!" Her voice echoes in his empty bedroom.

"Can't you see?," her voice turns soft. Loving. "I'm trying to make you happy. Lovable. Don't you want to be loved? Don't you want to be wanted?"

She cradles him close, arms wrapped around him so tight it burns. "I just want you to be good. So simple. So why won't you do what I say?"

And she's yelling again. Nagisa let's his mind drift as she scratches at him. She wrenches his head back by the hair and screams right into his ear.

"Don't you understand? I do everything for you! Everything! No one else loves you, how could they? Look at you! Look!"

She pulls him to the mirror and presses his face to it. " 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨"

"Don't you want what I want Nagisa? My baby my beautiful darling. You know I love you. I love all of you! How could you do this to me! I just want the best for you, don't you understand? Tell me you understand darling."

.
.

"𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦"

Nagisa chokes on something. He doesn't understand what's happing but his entire body shakes. He opens his hands and he can't stop the 𝘏𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘥 he spits out.

Everything shakes and shivers, colours bursting from every surface.

When he wakes up the room is very quiet.

The floor is hard under his knees. She presses his head into the wood so he's begging properly.

This... this wasn't supposed to happen.

"I'm sorry mother."

His throat hurts. Around him shapes blur. Everything is soft. Hazy.

"Please forgive me."

Was this even real? Did he really do that? Nothing feels possible. He almost smiles.

He looks up and meets her eyes.

All at once everything becomes painfully sharp.

"Mother I..."

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦?

She grabs his hair and pulls him to the door.

"Out." She says simply. "Get out of my house."

"Mother?"

"Out."

"I'm sorry I.. I didn't mean it. Please, I'm sorry I swear I am! I, Mother I..."

She slams him into the wall, knocking the breath out of him. When he hits the floor she grabs his hair again, slamming her knee into his chest. She does it again into his teeth.

His mouth fills with bile.

Before his eyes stop blurring she shoves him out the door. He lands on his knees on the concrete balcony.

"If you show up back here I swear to God I'll send you into the system. You know what it's like in those places? You know what they'll do to someone like you?"

He does. He does he does he

"Mother..."

She slams the door in his face.

For a single moment he pressed his hand to the wood.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵... 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱. 𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?

Then he snatches his hand away as if it's burned.
He starts to walk.

He ends up sitting in a bus shelter. It's very dark. Too dark to even read the time table, though he doesn't have money for a ticket. He doesn't have anything.

He doesn't even have shoes. His feet are steadily turning numb under his socks.

What's he supposed to do now?

Should he try contact someone? If he does he'd have to tell them what he did. Would they hate him?

They would. They'd have to.

Maybe go to the school? But all sorts hang out there after dark. He doesn't feel up to fighting an assassin right now.

Nagisa wraps his arms around his knees and shivers. It's cold, even for November. Too cold for just a t-Shirt and jeans.

She could have let him grab a jumper. Or shoes. A coat.

No.

He didn't deserve that, how could he? After what he did.

He picks blood from underneath his nails.

Someone tall sits down heavily beside him. The man pulls out a cigarette and lights it. He's wearing a heavy coat and scarf, which makes Nagisa slightly jealous.

The man catches his eye and Nagisa looks down quickly.

"It's very cold to be dressed like that." The man says gently.

"You're not in any trouble are you?"

"No Sir." Nagisa doesn't look at him. "I'm just waiting for my dad to pick me up."

"Of course." The mans says with a hint of sarcasm. Nagisa flinched.

"Hey hey, I'm sorry. I'm sure your dads coming soon." The man smiles at him. "Still, you seem cold.

He takes off his scarf and wraps it gently around Nagisa's shoulders.

You're not supposed to take things from strangers but Nagisa didn't want to loose the sudden heat.

"Better?"

"Yes thank you."

"You're father seems to be taking a while. Why're you out here anyway? Fight with your mom?"

He shrugs. "Sort of."

The man leans a little closer.

"Look kid. My cars just over there, why don't you wait inside with me? It's warmer."

Nagisa stands up quickly.

"Thankyoubutnothankyougoodbye"

"Hey hey, don't panic. No pressure." The man pulls out his wallet and holds up a few thousand yen notes. "If you ever need a little extra money. I promise it wouldn't be that bad."

Nagisa try's to detangle himself from the scarf.

" I have to go, I, no I..."

"Keep the scarf." The man holds up his hands. "I'm not going to force you. But I'm usually here around this time. Most nights anyway."

Nagisa finally manages to pull the scarf off.
He lets it crumple onto the floor.

"Be careful." The man calls behind him. "I hope tonight works out for you."

As much as he wants to wipe the incident from his memory, it's the first time someone's been nice to him all weekend.

Maybe he should have kept the scarf.