Broken minds and twisted bones [Continued Elsewhere]

I found you, broken to pieces.

KARMA POV

    I really don't want to deal with anyone today...   I thought. Man, I can't wait to associate with mindless idiots who just follow other, bigger idiots around and do nothing but cause problems. I hope no one tries to provoke me today.
    I walked into my classroom, and, of course to my dismay, Terasaka decided to mess with me.
    "Hey, Mr. Juvenile detention," he said, a cocky smirk set on his face. Man, I hated that. "You think you can just waltz into our classroom without any proof of your strength?"
    I shot him a glare, one made of fire, and he pulled back. What a wimp. Sure, I might be new in this class but the entire school is scared of me. Isn't that proof enough? Just as I was about to get up and scare him so bad he'd piss himself, Koro-sensei walked in.
    "Hellloooo class!" He yelled as his tentacle-arm things waved about. "Take your seats and I'll start attendance!" Everyone let out and exasperated 'ok' or sigh in response as he started the attendance. After my name was called, which didn't take long seeing as my name is first, a spaced out,  resting my face in the palm of my hand.
   

    I thought about stuff all day but it all came back to Nagisa, as per usual. I wondered where he was,  what his mother had done to him. I wanted to know. Snapping me out of my thoughts, Koro-sensei yelled my name. I looked around noticing we were alone.  It was time for gym. I started to leave my seat,  but Koro-sensei pushed me back down.
    "Karma," He started, a concerned tone clear in his voice. "You don't look well.  Go home, I don't want you getting me sick!" He comically pulled a tentacle over his face and put latex gloves over the others. I was confused at first,  but the shrugged it off and choked out a chuckle.
    "Thanks Koro-sensei. But one thing..."
    "Yes, Karma?"
    With that I coughed in his face, running out of the room not far after.  As I ran, I heard him screaming and disinfecting the whole time. I laughed,  slowing my pace as I walked down the large mountain from class 3-E.

    I walked down the broken pavement, staring into space.  After I'd walked for awhile, I realized I'd ended up in the so called "bad part" of town. I looked around,  analyzing my surroundings.  Everything was dark and gloomy, alleyways filled with screams and demonic laughs,  along with the sound of blood pouring onto the ground.
    But there was one cry for help that stood out to me. Though, ironically it was the quietest. Those cries were emitted from the mouth of a small,  blue haired boy. And that boy, I immediately knew, was a young man named Nagisa Shiota.