Don't Have to Have a Talent

"how pathetic" - Nagito

 The following chapter contains murder and intrusive thoughts. If you are sensitive to that subject, please find something else, or skip this chapter.

                              I opened my eyes, to the sight of, the foot of the bed. I smiled to myself, getting off the softness. I looked at my hand, seeing that blood was seeping out of the bandages. I looked to the bed, seeing a prominent bloodstain. I sighed to myself before walking out of my room and to the bathroom, wrapping new bandages on my hand in front of a broken mirror.

                            "So, that's the game we're going to play, is it Chiaki? Well, I don't mind playing dirty." I said, tugging the bandages, strangling my hand. I smiled, laughing at it. How pathetic is it?

                           I laughed to myself hysterically, falling to the ground and tugging the bandages.

                          "How STUPID AM I?! Why am I laughing?! I shouldn't be! I have school to get to." I said, calming down enough to get up. 

                           Walking downstairs, I walked outside, smiling at everyone as they past me. I waited at the gate, watching as many Reserve Course students walked past. I felt like a god amongst ants. A good feeling to say the least.

                            "Nagito? Again?" Hajime's voice asked, I turned to look at him, smiling at him.

                            "Yeah, sorry!" I said, blushing while scratching the back of my head.

                           "Nagito, can you not?" Chiaki asked. I opened my eyes and looked down, to see Chiaki was holding Hajime's hand. I felt my stomach turn.

                           "I mean, sure! If it's what you want..." I said, turning around and walking into the building. I scowled at the ground. Just why did I have to experience this today? It seems pointless, why the universe would hate me more than I already do. Heh, how pathetic.

- Homeroom -

                           "Hello everyone! As you can see, Hiyoko will still be absent, but Mahiru is back from the hospital! Isn't that amazing?" Ms. Yukizome asked, clapping her hands together and smiling at everyone. Everyone looked at Mahiru, smiling at her. She was wearing a cast around her wrist, looking ashamed. I snickered a bit, looking at her patheticness.

                          "Ok class, let's get this day started!" she exclaimed, pumping her hand into the air.

                          I smiled, zoning out feeling a terrible feeling ran down my back down to my stomach, making me feel a horrible sick feeling. I stopped smiling, putting my head to my desk, hiding it with my hands.

                           "The fuck is wrong with you this time?!" Fuyuhiko dimanded. I didn't answer him, feeling him getting more irritated.

                          "I can help with this." Peko said, preparing to hit me with her sword, or, was until Fuyuhiko stopped her. 

                            "Hell no Peko! I said we're not going there! So cut it out!" he yelled. Ms. Yukizome sighed.

                            "Peko, Fuyuhiko, stop fighting. Nagito must be feeling terrible right now, so let him be!" she yelled. It was, out of the ordinary to say the least. She never raised her voice at us before.

                             "Fine." Peko sighed, letting go of the sword. I smiled, feeling more and more envious as I grew tired, falling asleep at 8:15 AM.