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THE ROOM WAS NOW dark, the feeling of being alone settling in your stomach as you tried your best to distract yourself.
Maki's figure flushed through your mind, smiling with a red tint across her cheeks as you sat side-by-side on her couch, watching movies and throwing popcorn.
You couldn't help but smile to yourself as tears pricked behind your eyelids as you tried to not sob your heart out.
You hoped your mother had fled the country, maybe going to a different part of the world and not having to worry about saving your ass.
You didn't want your mother involved anymore in this than she already was, but you knew it'd be impossible by the rate things were proceeding.
Maybe you'd reach out before it was all over? Try and reconnect over dinner and hopefully try and have Maki meet her?
Yeah, that sounded nice.
Being away from your friends was hard enough as is, but you were hoping that everyone was okay and safe. If you were being honest, you wouldn't mind if they didn't come after you for a while.
It was better to be alone in your own thoughts and your own actions.
Your eyes were slowly dropping back down, fatigue coming over you as you tried to wander your mind away from the pain all over your body.
Especially, the bullet wound in your leg.
Earlier, Mahito and a few of his co-workers had come in to give a good beating, lashing out sharp items and fists as your body took them all.
Maybe your body wasn't doing good now, but they had given up when you had refused to give the satisfaction of your screams and cries.
Knowing all to well that that was what they wanted from you.
You sighed through your broken and bloody nose, wincing at the pain before returning back to your neutral state.
Your legs trembled in your chair, bruises batted against the soft flesh you once had as purple and blue marks covered your body.
You winced when you tried to blink, your vision slightly blurry as the black eye from several punches began to form.
The door to the room opened, an unknown figure stepping in with a light. You clenched your eyes at the brightness of the light, turning away from the source and staring at the cracked wall.
"Goodness," the voice mumbled, stepping closer and closer to your position. "They really did a number in you, didn't they?"
You looked up, peeking through your blurry vision and past the blinding light. You eyed the figure, trying to not widen your eyes at the shock you felt.
