How Did I Miss Your Tears?

What Caused These Changes In Us?

Karma's POV

It's been years since I started to go to a stupid anger management coach. Guess who told my parents about my issues?
That stupid little prick, Nagisa Shiota.
Throughout middle school, the innocent, little blunette had been my friend. We had hung out after school and at lunch, and he had turned a blind eye to the rough actions I inflicted on others, especially to people who bullied Nagisa.
But then, I had 'gone too far.' I guess breaking bones was too rough for the goody two-shoes, and he had told my parents about what I did. Even though the guy I beat up had given Nagisa a black eye and multiple bruises along his arms and torso.
I hate Nagisa.
They thought that shrink would help me deal with my desire for violence. As if. School was the perfect place to find a victim, and Nagisa had joined my list of targets for a good beating-up, just to get my anger out.
Our friendship was over.

Friday, October 31st
6:46 am

My temper was raging. Another appointment with that stupid 'anger coach' had led to this dangerously high rise in my anger. Yep, this whole management idea was going so smoothly.
There was still fifteen minutes before school started and I had to get to class—another detention from being late and I would lose privileges... I wasn't a kid, but it still worked on me.
I sure was manly.
Instead of debating my manliness, I headed off to the nearest restroom, leaving my stuff in my homeroom class.
As I pushed into the restroom, there was a high-pitched squeak and shuffling as someone moved into one of the stalls.
I ignored it, instead doing my business and washing my hands, before staring at myself in the mirror, running a hand through bright red hair... Just like Nagisa used to.
Nagisa...
Anger coursed through my veins and I growled at my reflection, hands curling into fists. I wanted to punch something. I wanted to punch somebody.
I swiveled on my heel and stalked to the locked stall, crouching to peer at the shoes of the person hiding in there. They were shoes I recognized.
Nagisa Shiota's shoes.
I pushed on the stall door, surprised that the boy had failed to lock the door, and the blunette was trapped between the toilet and I.
Brilliant blue eyes flashed.
"K-Karma..."
He sounded just as soft and fragile as before, and his eyes were huge, the fear obvious in them.
"You..." I hissed, stepping towards him. My fists were curled tightly at my sides. "You were the one who fucked my life up! You stupid, stupid kid!" My fist raised, and my eyes stung, which surprised me. I rarely cried. I wasn't a wussy. Why was this time any different than before? "Why couldn't you just keep your mouth shut?!"
He flinched, arms raised to protect himself, face turned away.
So much fear in those two blue eyes, the same ones that used to look up to me admiringly.
What had changed?
I told myself it was Nagisa, not me, who had changed for the worst, and my fist connected with his arm. From then on I couldn't control it; punch after punch towards the boy. I used to be his protector from those bullies, but now I was the bully.
My fists connected with soft flesh every time; his arms, his stomach, his face. He didn't try to fight back. He just defended his vitals the best he could.
He was almost silent, an occasional grunt escaping his silence.
I knew he would be bruised tomorrow, and I finally relented when his knees buckled, and he curled up on the disgusting bathroom floor, trying to get away. From me.
I laughed a mocking, ugly laugh, pulling the pins from his hair and watching it fall around his face. I slid the pins into my pocket and leaned down, pulling at his hair gently. "What's a little girl like you doing in here?" I teased, before yanking on his hair and turning away.
Leaving Nagisa in a puddle of bruises on the ground, I left the bathroom, hearing the first bell ring. Off to class!
I knew my face was twisted into an ugly sneer.
I was a sick kid.

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A/N: So this is a short story I decided to start writing and I have a vague idea of where I want it to go but just please be patient with me and my procrastination skills. Thanks!