(Okay, I wrote this so I could show a friend of mine a dark story. With that said, if you don't like the story, not say anything about it. I know how creepy it is I wrote it. I think I may need therapy soon.)

PoV- Ami (Most of the story will be in her PoV.)

I never asked for this, so why is it happening? This is too much at once, and I can't handle it. Koji's dead, and it's all my fault. Koichi hates me for it, and I don't blame him. I hate myself, too. I wish I could change it all, but I know I can't. This is what I was thinking as I got nearer to his grave. I fell to my knees, crying. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I mumbled. I made one dumb mistake, and now Koji's dead because of it. I hung my head, remembering that first dreadful day...

I should have known when I saw those three men that something terrible was going to happen. Every single day after school for two months, I would walk by them on my way home. I got nervous after a while, and asked Koji to walk with me. He agreed, but when he saw those bastards, he didn't see why I was so scared. He told me not to worry, but I was still scared. It took a while, but I was able to walk home alone again, like before.

One day, we all went to the library. Koichi, Stormy, Darcy, Takuya, Koji and I, we stayed there until it got dark, then we went home. They all went in a different direction then I had to, but I didn't mind at the time. I never thought the men would still be there, waiting. I didn't even see them until it was too late. One of them came up behind me and grabbed me. I tried to get away, but the other two helped the first and I was pushed into their car. One got in the driver's seat, and the other two were on either side of me, so there was no way I could get out. It took about an hour and a half to get to their destination, a small house in the worse side of Shibuya. The man on my left opened the car door and got out, pulling me after him. The other two followed us inside. They made me leave me school bag at the door with my shoes and pulled me into a small, mostly empty room. I was too petrified to scream or try to get away by then, and they took advantage of that by pushing me onto the only piece of furniture there, an old bed. Two of them tied me down while the third left the room. He was carrying a pair of succors when he came back. I felt my heart beating more and more frantically as he drew nearer and sat on the edge of the bed. "Stay still and I won't cut you," he told me, a crude grin on his face.

(That's all for now. I made it short for suspense purposes.)