What Does Being Smart Have To Do With Love? |A Mikayuu Love Story|

Demons

The demons that Mika possessed were dangerous. Very dangerous. They weren't the type that help you with your enemies, they were the type that took control of you at some point. The worst part is, Mika knew about these demons. He knew he's had them for a long, long time.

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Y U U

Mika disappeared. Like literally disappeared. I look away for two seconds and when I look back he's gone. I looked around the house to see if I could find him but he was nowhere. He couldn't have gone out the door or I would have heard it close.

I was close to giving up. I had checked the WHOLE house. Even the backyard! I was getting worried but I was also mad at him for just suddenly vanishing.

I finally gave up and went to my room. I sat on my bed thinking hard about where he could have gone. Also the fact that he disappeared within a two second span. Thats highly impossible if your human. But then again, Mika didn't seem human at all. He could stay for days or weeks without even feeling tired, maybe just a little bit. He can write faster than I can think. And disappearing within a two second span is highly inhuman. Also his skin is cold and rough like, REAL cold and rough. His eyes are red and seem to get darker when annoyed or irritated. I honestly don't want to see them when he's mad. And some of his teeth seem a little...sharp for a normal human.

I know being curious is what gets you in trouble most of the time but I have to know the truth about Mika and I'm definitely not asking his mom. That isn't going to solve anything. I get off my bed and wonder over to Mika's room. I'm so going to regret this.

M I K A

In a room where no one can find me. Sitting in a corner with a knife in my hand with blood everywhere. On the walls. On the floor. On me. How did this happen? I don't know. All I hear are these disgusting voices yelling at me. Bringing me down slowly and painfully.

You're so stupid. Why do you even bother to study if nothing even processes in your head?

Why do you even exist?

Why are you keeping this up? You're so worthless, it's pathetic!

Just end your life right here, right now!

I look at my arms already covered in the cuts and blood. I look at my legs. They're untouched. The pretty pale skin bothering me terribly. Why exactly? It's because they don't deserve to be pretty. Not at all. Nothing about me deserves to be pretty. I guess dad was right. I'm a pathetic loser that will never be the richest and smartest kid in the world.

Slowly and silently I take my knife and break the thick skin on my legs. The deep dark blood spilling out satisfying me completely. Then I laugh. I laugh at myself. I laugh at the mistake of being here. I laugh at me ever being cared for. I laugh at my broken, unstable mind. Why? Because it's all just so funny. But no one will ever find out. No one will never know how broken I am. Not until my demons let them. And once they do find out, they are going to regret ever meeting me. They don't know the damage I can do. They will soon find out.

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Hey lovelies! I surprised you with some point of views! This happen a lot more cause I write less words when I write in third person...or whatever! So I will do this more so you can have longer chapters! Have a nice night!
     -Ro💖