SO I DECIDED NOT TO INCLUDE IKUTO IN THIS CHAPTER, BUT THE NEXT ONE I PROMISEZSEAZAEZEA.

And, thanks for all the reviews and all guys! c: I really appreciate it.

Kso. Hurr we go.

The flower petals

Begin to rot

I look up to see the discomfort of my language arts class as they watch my eyes roam around the sheet of paper that I had been writing on for the past ten minutes, and my fingers gripping onto the surface of my desk while I drive my finger nails into the lush comfort of wood.

Matching your heart.

My words are sharpening my own wounds, while cutting open new ones on his heart. This is what I think that I am doing. This is what I was hoping that I could accomplish.

But his face is blank.

Tadase does not squirm against my vulnerable poem. In fact he smiles. Knowingly. Smugly. Dangerously. Cold/Disgusting/I-was-so-dumb-for-loving-him.

Red light. Red light. Red light.

Hes going to get me after this. I should run.

My fingernails are starting to hurt as I ground them into my desk, hoping to ground myself in as well.

I am a flimsy rabbit. He is a wolf.

He is faster. Stronger. Better. Better. Better. Cold/Disgusting/I-was-so-dumb-for-loving-him.

He will get me. He will eat me. He will destroy me for attempting to embarrass him in front of the entire classroom.

He is the first one to clap for me after my poem ends.

I cannot breathe.

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His fingers clasp around my wrist before I can scurry down the hallway.

I whirl around, my eyes spearing with innocence. They lie for me. I'll treat them to a nap in the storage room after this.

The wolf smiles. Grandmother-what-big-teeth-you've-got.

"Hey, I think we should hang out sometime again," I don't think we should. "I'd still like to be your friend." You were never my friend.

Reality misses me by a mile, I do not think about the consequences that are going to nail me into the wall after this.

"I'm sorry, but don't you think you're going to be busy?" I ask, trying to shake his dirty fingers off of me. But he is stronger. I'll need to wash my hands after this. I'll have to scrub as hard as I can. My skin feels like its crawling.

He narrows his eyes on me. "What is that suppose to mean?"

I should stop before he pierces me with those eyes.

I cower and manage a friendly smile. His grip is starting to suffocate me. My wrist feels like its connected to my neck.

"Nothing, I was just trying to crack a joke." I mutter quickly, before prying his fingers off of me. I swing my arms behind me. "I'm trying to improve my humor." Lie. Lie. Lie.

Lying is my second language.

"Yeah, you're not very good at it." He states the obvious. But I am still hurt. "Anyway, about hanging out, are you available this Saturday?"

"Yes."

I should have lied. Why didn't I. Why didn't I. Why? Why? Why?

He smiles. Vile. His smile is so vile. Grandmother-what-big-teeth-you've-got.

"Good."

No no no no. Not good. Not good. Please let there be a funeral on Saturday, so I don't need to go. Preferably mine.

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Rima has been staring at the back of my head for the past thirty minutes. It's like shes trying to burn a hole through my head, then feast on my brain.

It's too bad that I don't have one.

I'm convinced that where the chunk of zombie food is suppose to be is nothing but empty space.

My science test proves this theory to be correct. I've completely bombed it.

The stench of the woman's sharpie marker clogs my nose.

An ugly, big F is written next to my name. Underneath is her messy handwriting, cramped into a little box. 'Please meet me after school.'

I can't. I have a load of homework that I need to complete. But I should. I should hear her out. Maybe she'll offer to tutor me.

On the way to lunch, I grab a flower from the garden besides the girl's bathroom.

I rip a petal off.

Can't.

Another petal.

Should.

And another.

Can't.

More, more, more. Until there is only one single petal left.

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"I'm worried about you, Hinamori." She calls me by my last name whenever I'm in trouble. Like my RealMom. "You used to outshine everyone in the classroom with your A+'s. But now you're even going down to a B-?"

Her face is troubled.

I keep quiet.

"And to add your test score to your grade, you'll end up with a C-." I grind my fingernails into my palm. "What is going on with you?"

My eyes shift away. I hear her sigh.

"And I know it's not only this class." She says, before rambling on and on about how I'm not doing all so well in my other classes as well. "You used to be such a good girl."

I used to be such a good girl.

Sleep at nine. Wake up early enough to make breakfast for my dad and Ami. Sometimes RealMom when shes back from her job. Study until I aced all of my tests. Used to be honest.

But then I met Tadase. But then I started getting all these indecent bruises that he would inflict on me emotionally and physically. But then RealMom started to worry and my father couldn't care less. And then. And then. And then.

But I must not dwell in the past. I must not. Or I will hurt myself.

I knew I shouldn't have come. Damn flower. Damn grades. Damn teacher.

I will study harder.

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When I get home, everything is a mess.

RealMom and Father are arguing over the phone.

Midori and Ami are locked inside the master bedroom.

I catch bits and pieces of my parent's argument.

It's all your fault! Did you not see her grades? All your faultfaultfault. Shouldn't have let her stay with you.

I feel sick.

Sick of parents.

Sick of school.

Sick of Rima.

Sick of Tadase.

Sick of feeling so weak.

Sick of life.

REVIEW RESPONSES:

MExTRUNKS4ever
Lol yeah. Dark is what I aim for. Kso. Amu is a liar, Tadase is her abusive ex, Midori is her stepmother, yada yada yada. Rima is her ex best friend. And as for now, Amu is struggling and all that. Lawl.

Natsuya801923
Lmfao, I like being different. c: Idk man. I think I'll make Amu's RealMom some new character or something, or I'll just never say her real name. Lawl.

xiannnz
Lol, for your sake, I won't. c:

Thanks for reviewing, guys!