Knives And Kisses

Date time!

I slithered into the outfit and looked in the mirror to check. Everything? OK! I marched happily into the living room to see my mother on the prowl. Her eyes like a dead fish, her skin tainted with frown marks. I looked up to her, she grinned a creepy, but motherly smile. In response I shivered.

"Nagisa? Where are you going, so dressed up?" Mother seethed with venom that chilled my bone as my eyes widened in fright.

" Meeting up with some friends. " I shook out forgetting eye contact.

Her eyes narrowed and her head tilted like a doll. Blue hair started to curve up in tension and eyes popped out like a jack in the box. She starred forward me and held my shoulders and shook me slightly, than quickly tightened her grip and dragged NY to the closet. No. I don't-

"Say Nagisa? You need to look nice and neat to go outside. Girls need proper etiquette!" She exclaimed in venomous breaths.

I nod in fright. Last time she was like this it was the lawyers that told her she couldn't get child support out of Father for a few months. And at that time she dressed me up and beat me.

"Here. Wear this." Mother simply handed me the white dress with a blue bow on the waist. I took the dress and opened a hand to open my door till, Mother, she unties my hair and tugged it hardly.

"Then you were supposed to say 'Thank you so much Mother!' Okay?!!" She yelled viciously cracking her knuckle in the grip of the hair. I gasp in my fear.

"Thank you s-so much, M-mother!" I say in a breath. She smiled and let go of the hair and nodded and left to her room.

I was left at my door step in the process of opening my door till my brain ticked and I opened the door quickly and slid out of my outfit which I thought was great, and slid the dress on.  I heard something drop on the floor. I turn to my door and open it to see white small pumps. I bent down and slid them on my feet.

I really don't want to be seen in this. What do I do? I thought to myself and caught a plan. I paced to my bed where I threw the clothes that were going to worn which was some shorts for girls that were black and a baggy blue cardigan and a dress shirt inside.

I stuffed the clothes into my bag and left the apartment. The click sounding as I left for the train station. I ran and made it for the last train as I stood at the window squished. I hope no one sees me. Not anyone. Please! I say as I felt a grope at my lower area. Or as called my butt. The person persisted and started to pant. Why would someone do this to me? I was reminded of the teacher back in primary school. I repeated a thought in my head.

Help.

My thought was saved as I heard a voice, and the hand remove with force.

"Why were you putting your hand on this young lady?" Oh no. I was saved and not at the same time. It was Sugino. The code named Baseball Freak. I mewled and hid under my arm as he turned to me. He gasped and cleared his throat.

"Nagisa? Is that you?" The baseball player says removing my arm from my face I peek forward him and frown.

"Yes..." I sign and close my eyes in shame. He shuffles akwardly and put his attention back on the man.

"Anyways, why did you put you hand on this person???" He said, I captured that he didn't say he or she at all. I looked at him at thanks and fled to the other side of the train and sat at an open seat. The guy next to looked at me with lust as I looked at him with disgust. I stood and walked to the middle of the train to avoid the two men that looked at me. Then I realized I was in an all boys train. I looked around to see that the men were whispering among them selves.