Chapter 2: I'm sorry
The next morning, I woke up from my slumber and pushed off my blanket. It was cold.. It felt empty without Usagi-san. I got up out of bed and walked out the room. When I looked into Usagi-san's room he was sitting on the bed staring at the door as if he was waiting for me to appear.
"G-Good morning" I said nervously then I bowed. He walked up to me and pulled me into a hug. He was warm which is weird.. He's always so cold but now I feel safe and like I could stay in this position forever.
"Misaki" whispered Usagi-san. He hugged me even tighter then kissed my cheek. I blushed hard then pulled out of the hug and turned around to walk downstairs. I ran into the kitchen and started breakfast. Once I put my apron on I felt another warm tight hug.
"Baka-Usagi! I'm cooking!" I yelled trying to push him off but the older man was way stronger than me. The pervert kissed my neck repeatedly as I let out a squeak.
"U-Usagi!"
BOOM! Smashed the door open as Aikawa smashed the door open and walked up to Usagi-san.
"GAHHH!" I yelled pushing off the old man.
"What do you want?" said Usagi-San irritated, he then turned and looked at the aggravated Aikawa.
"DID YOU FINISH YOUR WORK?!" yelled Aikawa.
"Yes, I did actually." Usagi-san replied shifting his eyes to the finished work on the table.
"Oh, good! I'll leave you alone now." Exclaimed Aikawa. Then she grabbed the papers and ran out the house closing the door behind her. By the time she left I was already done with the food. It wasn't meant to be a feast considering it was only for two people so it was faster to make. I put the food on the table and looked at Usagi.
"Misaki" he whispered hugging me once again.
"I love you Misaki" Those words echoed in my head
He's lying.
He doesn't care about you.
Don't trust him.
I pushed him off nervously then turned around.
"E-Enjoy your food" I said then I ran upstairs into my room.
I can't let him hurt me.
No one loves me.
I know it.
Soon enough, I broke down crying. As I ran into my room I shut the door hard then sat down on the floor softly crying.
Suicide..
Cut…
I hate when this happens.. it hurts.. so much. It makes me want to die, but what's new? I got back up and went through my dresser. I wish whenever he told me he loved me I could say he's not lying but he his. I know he his. Ah, there it is. I grabbed out my best friend razor and then shut the dresser. I just need to feel something just for now. I sat on the bed and pulled up my sleeve. Breathing in, I ran the razor across my wrist forming a cut. It felt good.. I did it over and over again still softly crying.
He'll never love you.
Once I heard that I couldn't control my hand. I cut faster and deeper. I then processed the cuts on my arm then freaked out. I cut to much! This will take forever to heal! Usagi-san will find out!
It's not like he would care.
I cut again. This time it was deeper than I have ever done before. I cried harder knowing Usagi-san heard me.
"Misaki!" he yelled. His heavy footsteps get closer and closer. I rush and hide the blade in my dresser. He's still walking up here and I haven't cleaned up this mess!
I don't write a lot I know ; _ ; I'm sorry.