Diary of Ouma Kokichi

Chapter 2:Tears falling down at the "party"

My cold, skinny, pale body was tied up in ropes.

They had to keep me from hurting myself.

From hurting others.

I could only cry.

And when I cry.

I get angry.

And then I became what they call.

Mental ill.

I'm not.

I just went a little off when they came to my house.

I didn't mean to stab that man who was walking towards me.

I was defending myself.

I was just a bit scared.

I just.

I just.

I JUST.

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I woke up feeling sick.

My mind was all dizzy and fuzzy.

I can't feel my hands.

I felt the sweat dripping from my body.

Coughing and whimpering.

I got up from my hot bed and tried to walk.

My balance wasn't good but I made it.

I needed to vomit.

I managed to drag myself to the bathroom but it's so hard to walk.

It's so far.

But I need to.

I have to.

I can't be sick now.

I hate the feeling of it.

It just brings back bad memories.

I can never let sickness come again.

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The red badge around his left arm.

A reminder of what place he must be in.

His face mostly covered by the large bandage from a fight in the cafeteria.

He wanted to leave.

He had took the sharpest thing to him and scarred his left eye.