" I-I N-need H-help L-Lilly..." She recognized the voice almost that easy.
"Hisao, what's wro—" was all Lilly got, before Hisao hung up the phone in shame.
"Lilly can't know what Hanako said, she'd be heartbroken,"Hisao muttered to himself,"and it's all my fault..." He slammed his head against his wall a couple times. Soon, Kenji arrived.
"What the hell, man," Kenji said, "Can't I get some sleep?"
Hisao didn't even hear Kenji, his head-banging too loud to hear anything. Kenji pulled Hisao's head away from the wall. "What is it, Kenji?" Hisao asked.
"I can hear you over my sound-proof walls," Kenji replied,"That is saying something." Hisao couldn't even look up, too embarrassed and ashamed to say a word. "Now look, Hisao," Kenji started,"You gotta tell me what's wrong."
"It's nothing, Kenji," Hisao sighed,"Go back to bed."
"No, dude." Kenji commented,"We gotta find this problem out." Kenji sat on the bed. Hisao just started banging his head again. Kenji finally gave up on trying to help him,and instead,was giving him a better way to hurt himself. Sighing heavy, Kenji pulled out a gun.
"Whoa, man," Hisao cried, stepping away from the gun," What the fuck are you doing!?"
"If you are going to hurt yourself, use this," Kenji exclaimed. Well thanks, Hisao thought to himself sarcastically,though Hisao found himself looking astonishingly at the gun. It was one of the first guns he had seen. Slowly, Hisao grabbed the gun.
"Mind if I test it out," Hisao
"Sure," Kenji started, "It couldn't hu—" Hisao shot off the gun, causing Kenji to tackle him. Hisao screamed in pain, as his soft back hit against his cold, wooden floor.
"What the hell," Hisao yelped, shaking Kenji senseless," What was that for!?" Kenji punched Hisao right in the temple.
"What is the name of the feminist you are working for, you slave," Kenji crazily demanded, interrogating Hisao.
"It's me, Kenji!"
Kenji had a quick examine close up to Hisao."Oh, hey, dude." Kenji picked up Hisao. Hisao started to pat himself down, wiping off the dirt from his floor. Then, he grabbed the bandages by his table and patched his temple up, draining the blood into the soft material. Hisao asked Kenji if he could have a moment of time, and Kenji just walked out. "Now that I have the gun, I have a plan to stop the madness," Hisao spoke to himself, the idea already popping in his brain.