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

A Little Too Crazy

Y U U

I searched and searched Mika's room but nothing told me what I wanted to know. I was so eager to find out what Mika is but it's hard to when he hides anything and everything so well. Mika really didn't want anybody knowing anything about him.

Mika knew how to hide most of his emotions. He kept them bottled up letting nobody know how he's feeling. It was pretty impressive but me being curious just made everything so interesting. Mika was fully reserved not letting anything escape. He was definitely hiding something.

Since I couldn't find any clues in Mika's room I decided to go to his mom. I knew she won't give me much of anything but I'll take any info that she has to offer. Maybe if she gives me some clues I could probably put the pieces together and finish the puzzle in my head.

I quietly walked out of Mika's room and walked down to the kitchen, where I knew Mika's mother would be. Not being sexist or anything but she's always in kitchen. I walked in the kitchen and spotted her quickly. She was reading a book quietly, using her reading glasses and turning the pages delicately. I examined her quietly, realizing that Mika looked nothing like her. There were no features that looked alike.

She noticed me standing there and closed her book.

"Yes Yuu?.." She put her book down.

"I um..I have a question...about Mika.."

"What about Mika?.."

"What exactly is Mika?"

"What do you mean?"

"Mika doesn't seem human at all. He can stay up for the longest time, he writes like really fast, he has red eyes, he has sharp teeth, and he disappears within 2 seconds. He also doesn't look like you and I'm sure as hell that he's doesn't look like his dad. I was hoping you could tell me what he is.."

"All I can tell you is that Mika is a very special child. And you're going to have to find out what he is cause I'm not telling." Then she went back to her book. Damnit! I was hoping for some info. But she said he is something. Well I guess I have to figure it out myself.

M I K A

I can't move. My breathing is slowing down. My body is shutting down. Blood is still pouring from my cuts. I get paler and paler by the second. I feel weak. Useless. Unwanted. Forgotten. And most importantly... Broken.

I look around me and wonder what the hell happened to make me like this. Stress and bullying. That's all. I know that might sound dumb but it's true. Stress has gotten to me so badly. Its not healthy but of course no one knows that I stress out. They just think that I like to study and I want to get good grades. I could care less about my grades though. I was pressured to get good grades. To be the best of the best.

This caused the bullying. The pain. The mental and physical abuse. It was at school. It was at home. It was everywhere. I couldn't go anywhere without people bringing me down. It really got to me too. It's what made me this way. I don't think I can go back.

I try to get up, only to fall back down in complete pain. I sigh. I'm not giving up though. I'm not dying in here. I slowly get up, ignoring the pain shooting through my body. I leave the knife on the floor and make my way to the door. I slowly open it and walk out only to stand in my room. I close the door and hide it behind a curtain. I make my way to the bathroom and I quickly tend my wounds, but I am unlucky when I pass out soon after.