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I know all of you are eager to hurt Karma even more but now, now... what about giving you some info about his past, huh? XD I think that should be fine.

I'm feeling like shit now so don't blame me if this is too tragic. Cause it's not. I guess.

Anyway, enjoy!

Mom was my only light.

Even though it was all just an ugly lie, she was the one who raised me and the only one who at least pretended to care.

Dad was someone more than a stranger but much less than a family member. To me, that is. To him though, I was a burden. Something he didn't even ask for.

Mom worked as a scientist here in Japan and dad used to be a politician. He had been living in America for his whole life despite being Japanese and one day, when he came to his homeland, he met mom and the two of them fell in love.

A love that didn't last long.

I remember that the two of them were still getting along until my fifth birthdays. That's when this whole family thing broke.

Dad realized that living here in Japan was not what he wanted. He had no friends in here. He gave up his own family, parents and siblings, friends and career in America for one woman. For a life in a place he wasn't familiar with. So it was only reasonable that he got sick of it. His whole life had always been and was meant to be somewhere else. Why would he want to be here then?

They argued a lot. Dad talked about how he wants to live his own life. Mom about how stupid his way of thinking was - he had her and me in here, didn't he?

Even though they thought I didn't hear them, I did. And I understood. Or at least I believed that.

When I was seven, they got into a fight. The two of them hit each other, broke things, shouting how much of a mistake this mariage was. How the two of them should have never met.

I cried that day. I remember it well because it was also the last time I dared to weep.

"Mommy and daddy hate each other now, Karma." she whispered as she held me in a hug. "We will do our best to withstand it for you so don't make any trouble and don't cry, okay?"

Hate. Trouble. Cry.

For you.

And those words alone told me just how much of a burden I was to my parents.

But that stupid me from that time just didn't want to give up. Not losing hope and naively thinking I could change their opinion, I went to dad and told him that I love him and that I wanted him and mom to make up. He just watched me with cold eyes and when he couldn't take it anymore, he slapped me.

"Shut up, you good-for-nothing kid! I don't love you or your stupid mother! Fuck off!" But I just stood there with eyes wide open. As I heard the words, as I got told this thing straight-foward, I finally fully understood. I understood that this place we lived in wasn't home, that we weren't a family and that I have never been loved. I was just their responsibility. A one that they hated to it.

Since then, I never said a thing to him. Actually I never said more than hi and bye to anyone. This whole house was so quiet that you could even hear the water drops. I learned to hide all of my feelings, I learned to survive on a batterfield where the warriors were my own parents.

None of them could withstand it anymore though. Dad got back to his work and started traveling all around the world, except for Japan. Since both me and mom were still legaly with him, he sent us money every month. Mom was also working a lot so I spent most of the time alone. I could see in my mom's face that this wasn't the life she wanted. That this wasn't the son she wished for.

I was the only thing that bound her to this house. A chain that wouldn't let her escape from this horrible life.

We were okay. Until one week before my twelth birthday. It was nine p.m. and my mom still wasn't coming back home. I tried calling her and asked everyone if they knew where she was. The next day I found out the answer.

"38-years old woman commits suicide" read the title of newspapers.

Apparently, she jumped from a bridge and her body was found just earlier that morning in a river.

Snap.

I knew that this could happen. She wasn't happy. Who would be? Living in an empty house with an empty son, having nothing but regrets and suffocating it all for the sake of her offspring she should have never had.

I understood.

Dad was called back to attend a funeral. He returned with someone I didn't know though. I pretty, foreign woman.

"So she's finally dead," I heard them whisper, giggling and looking as happy as though they just won a lottery.

Finally dead. Finally. Dead. Dead. Dead.

Dead.

I didn't even cry. What was the use? She wouldn't come back. Even if she could, she wouldn't. I didn't cry though, not after finding out the fate of my mother, not after seeing her face in the coffin. Not even once. I would be weak. I would look weak before my enemy, I would give them the opportunity to break me even more.

So I just smiled. I laughed. And laughed. I laughed so much that it hurt my stomach.

Dead. Dead. DEAD!

Yeah.

That day,

both dad and mom...

They were dead to me.

Yaaay! I'm so depressed right now. I need to vent it out.

Hopefully you guys got the depressing vibe too XD No, just kidding. It's a pain.

See ya soon!