Light's POV

I woke up again to the sound of a knock. There was a voice telling me it was my father. After opening the door i crept back into the bed.

"Hello son. I can tell you've been looking bad so I decided to give you the day off today. But remember, tomorrow I will be back," that was all my father said before came up to me, kissed me, and walked away.

The feeling of being covered in dirt returned again. Feeling the need to relieve myself of it, I journeyed back to the bathroom. This time the cuts deeper and many more. The flesh ripping felt delightful. But soon later my vision started to cloud, then everything went black. The only thing I remembered was all the blood soaking the tile floor.