Okay so this chapter is going to be a little disturbing to some. It is basically in Misaki's point of view over the last 4 years of his life. There will be a bit of child abuse in this chapter so the warning is there.

Year 1. ((Note these are not full years but rather an average day of the year for what Misaki sees 90% of the time)

I am 3 years old now, and I have just began to talk with everything I see. The first of them to greet me in the movie are three little sparks, that represent fireflies. I've named them Orange, Lemon, and Lime because they remind me of citrus fruits. They're nice at first then they start to attack me. Orange yanks on my hair, lemon bites me, and lime pinches me. When it really starts to hurt I scream, not just to get help but hopefully to scare them off. My mom is the first one to enter the room, and she gently picks me up. I'm clearly happy with this as this is probably one of the last few times my mother is so kind to me.

I'm then carried to the breakfast table, and put into my special seat. I'm too big for the highchair I have been using however, I still need to use a booster seat for eating breakfast. Moon and Shine, two walking talking cats are what greet me next. I really like these 2, no matter what they are always really nice to me and they won't ever hurt me. I tried to get rid of the things I don't like, however they just keep coming back wanting more. Moon, Shine, and I continue to play throughout the day until it is time for lunch. I look at my dad, and can tell that he is getting annoyed, and my brother is at school during this time. All I do is continue to chatter with the things I see throughout the day, and my mother and father continue to give me the same look. A mix of fear, and sadness. All because they have no idea as to why I speak to these things.

Year 2

At age three I am finally allowed to run about with my older brother on his errands. Because of how pale I was as a baby my mom would barely leave the house with me, so doing this is definitely interesting and fun. I had made a new friend named Hatsuri. He's like most kids except he wears and eyepatch and constantly travels through time. However when I ignore him, or don't respond right away he'll push me down and kick me in the ribs. So there were a few times where Niichan had to pick me up, and tend to a tiny scrape. I would just say that I tripped and he would hug me and say how cute and clumsy I was.

We would return home at six o'clock exactly or else Dad would get mad, and send us to our rooms with no dinner. I never liked that punishment because if I tried to apologize he would put me outside on the porch and say that I wasn't allowed back in until he felt like letting me back in. Apparently I wasn't planned, but my parents were apparently something called "pro life" so that's why they let me be born. However they never really showed me any love and compassion before. I think that is why I made so many imaginary creatures, so that I could have a little bit of... love.

One night I remember that the bus ran late, and Nii-chan and I couldn't get home until 8. When we got home Dad was beyond furious. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me towards the bathroom. Big brother was trying to explain why we were so late however he continued to ignore him as he threw me into the bath and made sure my nose and mouth were directly under the faucet. The water was turned on and I could feel it filling my nose and lungs. I coughed and cried out, trying to claw my way out as I continued to drown. I kicked harshly at my father, but that only made him angrier as he grabbed a shampoo bottle and began to hit me with it. I could smell and taste the blood even with all the water. I don't know what happened next.

All I know is that one minute I was drowning, and the next I was in my brothers arms. Our dad was taken away by these people with loud cars. My mom was going to be in charge of taking care of us.

Year 3

I had just recently found out that it was my neighbor, Mr. Yamaguchi. Who called the police that day, he had been walking past our house when he heard my father screaming and yelling about how he was really going to teach his kids a lesson. Dad had a long history of violence so he decided to take it seriously and call the police. Who arrived 10 minutes after he started to try and drown me. I had become mute after the entire ordeal, or that's what the doctors said I was. I would still see my friends, and would smile, wave, or make little signals so that they knew I was talking to them.

I loved my Mom, or at least I liked her a lot more than my dad. She was nice and warm, always trying to make me smile at least once a day. However when I went into her room I saw multiple bottles of medicine. I just thought that she needed these because doctors only gave medicine to those who needed it right?

Half way through it I started to talk again, it would be one word every hour but my mom and brother seemed happy with it. One night my brother came up to me all upset, and picked me up. I assumed that he wanted a hug and gave him just that after a few minutes he took a deep breath and fixed my hair. Apparently Momma had died from something called a drug overdose.

Year 4

I have been alone with niichan for about a year, and everything is confusing me. He is not allowed to leave his bed and all of these people keep on coming and going. I can no longer tell who is in my imagination, and who is actually there because they are all doing the same things, even my imaginary friends are mimicking them. One lady is really nice and continues to give me little treats and hugs. She keeps on saying how strong I am to live with this, but I never understand what she means. All I know is that one day I was taken to the Kusama's.

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Okay so that's it for this chapter. I know it seems a bit rushed, also I tried to write this the way a child would say it, however I think I made it sound a little too... mature. Oh well, I'll be sure to write more.