The Ultimate Liar Rewritten

Chapter 6

[Warning: mentions of parental abuse, self harm, and mentions of attempted suicide]

[Kokichi's POV]

Idabashi-kun, Akamatsu-sama, Saihara-chan, and I went outside. We played tag for a little bit before we got tired and started watching the clouds. Normally it would be boring but it was oddly fun making up random things that the clouds looked like.

We were called in for dinner. It was nice and yummy, as always. After dinner we all went to our dorms. I walked with Idabashi-kun to our dorms, since they were right by each other. I waited until he entered his dorm to open mine.

I walked in. I quickly closed and locked the door behind me. For some reason, I felt mere moments away from a mental breakdown. I grabbed my tablet and tried to put in the code for the comfort room. I kept messing it up though so it just made it worse.

By the time I was finally able to put in the code, my eyes were watering and I was shaking. I tried to plug in my tablet to charge but I kept missing. I eventually got it in after like a minute of trying and opened the door.

I sorta wobbled my way over to the bed and I got up on it. I tightly grabbed the big stuffed animal and started sobbing into it. Despite crying my eyes out, I was always near silent when crying. I had to be or else someone would hear me and give me a "real reason to cry". They'd beat me until I was bleeding. Fuck, they'd probably beat me until they started bleeding and then get mad at me. I couldn't let them hear me.

I hid my face into the big plush and cried for what felt like hours until I physically couldn't anymore. I got up and went into the bathroom that was in the comfort room. I looked in the mirror. I had near bright red tear stains and I looked exhausted, even with most of my makeup still on. I wiped away my makeup. I looked even worse.

I had so many bruises and cuts all made before I came here. Some cuts were made with a knife and others were made from nails, mostly my own. Almost all the bruises were caused by my parents. All except for one, which I was oddly proud of. I wasn't proud of how it was created, in fact I despised how it was created, but I was proud that I made it instead of them.

[Last warning: Mentions of attempted suicide]

It was a bruise around my neck. There was also an old scar and a newer one on top. Both the bruise and the new scar formed when I attempted to hang myself around a week before coming here. The old one was from a previous attempt nearly 2 years ago. Both scars were caused by rope burn [A/N: Forgive me if this isn't accurate and please tell me if it isn't possible or if there is a more logical alternative (that would leave scars/permanent bruise)].

My home life wasn't the best. In fact it was horrible. My parents often hurt me for fun. They'd laugh about how pathetic I looked and how weak I was. I started harming myself because I liked the sense of control it gave me. It made me feel like I controlled when, where, and how I hurt. It made me feel strong.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed myself walk over to where the box cutter was. I hadn't noticed anything until my sleeves were rolled up and the bandages were unwrapped. I looked at the blade and it was unsheathed.

[Last warning: Self harm]

I examined the blade. It was the sharpest one I've ever owned. I unthinkingly moved it to my cheek and cut myself. I was used to my arms feeling pain but my face was still more... nostalgic. It was the first place I had ever placed a cut on. It was the first place I had ever harmed myself. It was so easy and accessible.

However it was also the easiest to see area. That's why I stuck to my arms and sometimes my legs when hurting myself. Whenever I did harm my face, I felt an odd sense of comfort and nostalgia. It felt familiar. I quickly snapped out of the semi trance I was in and started cutting my arms to keep me from harming my face any further.

I made about 4 more cuts on each arm before I decided to stop. I felt really dizzy and tired. I went to the main bathroom and wrapped up my arms with new bandages after cleaning them. I also put a bandage on the new cut on my face. I changed into my oversized shirt and went into the comfort room.

[End of self harm scene but potential mentions from here on out]

I grabbed a water bottle out of the mini fridge and drank the contents in about a minute. I felt really thirsty. I laid down on my bed and the lights dimmed. I very quickly fell asleep.

~Timeskip~

I woke up to the morning announcement as usual. I felt really tired and just wanted to go back to sleep. I groggily got up and went to the comfort room bathroom to put on the makeup I needed for my face and neck. The makeup also covered the bandage pretty well.

I took some pain pills and my necessary antidepressant. I take it once in the morning, once during lunch, and once during dinner. I normally try to hide the pill so no one sees me take it during lunch or dinner.

I got changed and got a Grape Panta. I heard a knock on my door. I opened it and Idabashi-kun was there.

"Good morning, Idabashi-kun!" I said. He seemed surprised.

"Ah, Good morning Ouma. You seem energetic today. Would you like to walk to breakfast together?" He asked. I nodded and we walked to the cafeteria. Idabashi-kun seemed oddly nervous. He was messing with his hands and he kept glancing at me.

"Are you alright, Idabashi-kun?" I asked. Idabashi-kun jumped a little.

"Yeah, just a bit on edge I guess," He said.

"Are you sure?" I asked. He nodded.

"Alright..." I said.

We got to the cafeteria. As usual, we were the first there other than Mommy. I sat next to Idabashi-kun and swung my legs as I waited for the others.

[End Of Chapter 6]
[A/N: College is ok I guess. Updates may be shorter and/or posted later in the day but I'll try to keep updates 500 words or above]
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