call from law

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omg the title is so stupid i couldn't think of anything better sorry. anyway, this story is doing so well. much better than i imagined. thank you guys so much for the support and i just have to say this because of all the topics ive recently been discussing in my writing. if you are ever feeling sad, depressed, lonely, etc. or need someone to talk to, im here. if you're looking for more professional help then you could always contact your country's lifeline service. remember you're not alone and there's always someone here to look out for you. 💕i also need to say that if you see any words that are combined its because my space bar is kinda broken so ill try and fix as many of those mistakes as possible but if you see any mistakes - doesnt have to be about this space bar problem - please feel free to correct me. there is again another trigger warning for self harm im so so sorry. it starts right off at the beginning so please read with caution. also i just realised my story has a lot of plot holes so im gonna try and cover them up in the next couple of chapters.

the ringing of my alarm was so consistent that it became so unbearable, i had to get out of bed to turn it off instead of sleeping through it. i got up and took a few seconds to fully wake up. i then turned over to my beside table and turned off the alarm. i reached out with my left arm to turn off the alarm when i saw the scar i had made last night. i sighed and turned off the alarm trying to think about something it. that's when i noticed the time. it was only 5:47am. my alarm was set for 10am since it was the weekend and i didnt have to wake up early. i realised that it wasn't my alarm that was making that annoying noise. someone was calling me from an unknown number. constantly. must be important.

i called the number back but it just lead me to japans justice and law system. i hung up thinking that since they havent failed to call me 23 other times, why would they not call me now? and i was right. i picked up the phone.

'hello?' i spoke into the phone.

'hello, is this the son of akira hinata, shoyo hinata? (i dont know shoyos mums name so i just made one up.)' a deep voice replied back to me. i didnt know what to say. did they know my mum had passed away?

'umm sorry mr...' i paused not knowing his name.

'abhuraya. judge, abhuraya,' oh so he was a judge. explains why when i tried calling them back it just took me to japans justice and law number.

'sorry judge abhuraya. yes i am hinata shoyo, but my mum passed away a 2 months ago on June 21st,' when i thought about my mum again, i immediately saddened. it was pretty easy to remember her death day, since well, it was my birthday.

'yes i know. my condolences, but thats actually the reason ive called you today. as you know, youre mum was shot in front of very few witnesses. next weekend on the 28th of August, were holding a trial for a correct sentence of your mums murderer. i have just called to let you know. it is not mandatory to attend but if you wanted to you could. call me back on my other number to let me know your desicion by the end of tomorrow,' i thought about this proposition. if i went i might get really sad or mad, and where would i keep natsu? if i didnt go i might regret it later in life and have so many questions about what happened and who killed my mum. i wanna see that bastard and when he gets out of jail im going to- woah woah woah. im getting ahead of myself. i noticed my fists clenched up so i relaxed them.

'sure ill tell you my decision by tomorrow,'

'oh and your sister natsu, she can come too,' and with that he hung up. i was thinking about going. i probably should. should i talk to some of my friends about it? oh wait, what friends? they probably think im some sort of cold bitch who ditches them at my own bday party. oh well, i thought and with that i went back to sleep.

sorry this chapters a little short and it took me a while to update. my assignments are killing me so yeah :( enjoy!!

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