Another chance I kazutora hanemiya

light from the window

‏Only in my darkest moments can I see the light
‏I think I'm prone to getting blinded when it's bright

That was when I woke up in prison, yeah... I did something bad when I was only 12, I killed my friend's older brother, by mistake.

But it's his fault! Yes...all his fault, I should have killed him too.

I didn't want to, all I wanted was to buy him his favorite motorcycle for his birthday, but why? Am I meant to live this life? Just because I wanted to make my friend Mikey happy?

I miss the days when Baji and I used to go out after school and eat at our favorite restaurant. Now, he's out of prison and living his life. I have one more year left, another miserable year. When I get out, nothing will change. The light will be bright outside, the people, the children, my mom and dad...

I close my eyes, but I still see you clearly, all these prison lights don't shine as brightly as your eyes, your last words to me before you left "Just trust me, you'll be fine"...

I wrote a note, but didn't send it...
I just want to live...not just survive!

I close my eyes again, escaping to the gardens in my mind, where you and I are, far from the noise and filth of prison, just me... I want to change this life, can I go back and fix my mistakes?

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"Oi, Kazutora, it's our time to clean the outside yard today."

Ah, it's Kanye's voice, my cellmate. I open my mouth trying to say something, but as usual, all that comes out is a little sniffle.

"Coming, I think."

Just a little sound

It's not like I don't want to talk, I can't, I don't talk much to others, all I do is sit in the corner and bite my fingers in regret for my actions

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The sound of guards and orderlies screaming resounds,

"You! Clean up well! You there! Clean up the trash under the chairs! Rio and Ryuzaki! Stop hitting the newbies!!!"

The black-haired boy with blonde highlights bends over to clean under the chairs, "I hate Mondays."

Kanye laughs, "bro, we all do, let's clean up quickly and run behind the closets, we won't get caught for a while."

The black-haired boy with blond streaks and a mole under his eye got up and threw the trash into the dumpster, leaving, stopping in front of the gates of the outer section, widening his eyes in shock, he couldn't believe what he was seeing, he rubbed them a little to make sure that what he was seeing was real and not what he always imagined, it was Baji... with his long black hair and fangs, wearing the clothes of a gang member and looking at Kazutora with sharp eyes and a sly smile, the boy with the mole fell to his knees and a tear ran down his cheek, his eyes filled with tears, "B-Baji..."