𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝔂 { 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓸 | 2 }

Chapter 23:Not nice

Third pov

Marco high tailed it out of the sewage systems, and boosted back to his place, where Kira was. He wanted to have her at Itami's place, but after last nights events, Kira was too scared & numb to even face her cousin. He really didn't want to leave her alone, but he had to deal with Kotaro. Whenever a red light flashed up, he was so close into running them all, but he didn't want to risk getting in trouble with the Police, not with them just finding Kyona's body, and soon Kotaro's. 

'Oh god she better be okay, yoi.'

After witnessing Kira being raped, he knew that he was going to have to pull his weight for a while. Although he himself has never been raped in is life, he has a fairly good idea for what the consequences are. He also knew that the road to recovery is never a easy road to drive down, as it could take weeks, months..and in some severe cases, years. But he was going to do everything in his power to just be there for Kira, and heal her, and to make sure that she's going to be okay.

After almost running a garbage can over, he parked his car, and ran inside the house. He hurriedly unlocked the door, and bursted it open. "Kira! I'm back!" he called, his voice wavering. But when he walked inside, it was dark. The curtains were drawn, and he himself couldn't even see, it didn't help that it was currently night time. He flicked on the flash light on his phone, and took his shoes off. After that, he looked around, and noticed that there was a eerie orange light coming from his lounge. He flicked the flashlight off, and silently crept inside the lounge. "Kira?" he called. There by the fireplace, he noticed that the fire was ablaze, burning everything. The room inside was hot, and Marco threw his jacket off. Sitting by the fire, was Kira.

At first he thought that she was fine, but he was wrong. Marco noticed that he could hear faint sobbing & sniffling...even some pained whimpers. Her back was turned from him, and by her was a 5'' utility knife, covered in a dark red substance; blood. "K..Kira." Kira turned as the fire suddenly crackled, and roared. There was mascara smudged all around her cheeks from rubbing away her tears. Her eyes looked hollow, as if she had seen a ghost. Kira silently stared at Marco, before Marco jumped next to Kira, and grabbed her hand. She didn't bother in hiding the cuts she caused, he was going to find out either way. 

But the look on Marco's face had made her feel even worse.

"Babe..." he whispered. Kira sniffed, "I'm sorry...I made a mess-" "Thats the last things thats on my mind at the moment, yoi." Marco interjected, "The main thing that I'm worried about is you, yoi!" Kira sniffed, and rubbed her eyes. He noticed how her cheeks were really becoming red from rubbing. He sighed, and held her hands, "Come on, lets clean you up, yoi." he murmured. He helped her up onto his feet, and quickly lead her to the kitchen. He sat her down, and tightly wrapped a cloth around her bloodied arms. Kira watched with fascination as Marco put a First aid kit down. "Right, carefully give me your arms, okay, yoi?" Kira did as she was told. Marco carefully unwrapped it, and muttered to himself. He grabbed out the disinfectant, "You may know this already, but this'll sting a little bit, yoi." he warned. 

'Oh right...I'm a doctor..I should be doing this then.'

But either way, she nods. She let out a little whimper when it was sprayed. The disinfectant burned, but it was a burn that was meant to heal. Once that was done, he wrapped her arm with gauze, and repeated his same method with her other arm. "I don't want you to move those arms of yours around too much, yoi." He stated.

'How strange..our roles have reversed.'

"Our roles..." Marco looked at her, "are reversed." Marco gave her a strange look, "What do you mean, yoi" he asked. Kira chuckled sadly, "Usually I would be the one to treat you..but this time, I'm the patient, and you're treating me." she chuckled again, "Strange, don't you think?" she asked. Marco sighed, and cleared everything away, and sat down with her, "Kira..ever since last night had happened, I've been thinking an awful lot about you, yoi. I've been so worried about you, yoi." he murmured. Kira bit her lips lightly, before letting out a breath, "There's no use avoiding it, huh?" she asked rhetorically, "I am damaged, we're both damaged. I'm far beyond repair...but you, you can be fixed easily, Marco. You..." Kira sniffed, "how can you stand to be around me? Its a super power that you must have." she blubbered. "What do you mean, yoi?" he asked.

"Thats a stupid question." Kira grumbled, "You fully know what I mean. Marco, I'm a psychopathic murderer, one that started killing people when they were 4. I know you watched me kill Kyona, and I know you watched me become something so dark..and terrifying. Hell, I was genuinely surprised that you didn't shoot me with that shotgun, or that you didn't pull me off of her." "She deserved it though, as did Kotaro, yoi." Marco argued. Kira put her face in her hands, and let out a sigh, "I honestly don't get any of this....I was initially..I don't know..I just want to forget about all of this, and forget about last night." Kira growled. Marco put his hand on her shoulder, "Kira, we all do, but it doesn't work like that, yoi. Its going to be tough, but I'm here to help you recover from it all, okay, yoi? I'm not going to leave you alone until you're happy again, yoi. But either way, I don't care if you're a murderer, yoi. Me, and a small handful of people know who you truly are, and we all love you, me especially, yoi. Our Kira is smart, and kind, and beautiful, and so many other wonderful things that make up to create you; someone so extraordinary, that its freaking amazing, yoi!"

Kira suddenly felt numb. She didn't know why..but it all felt like that everything that Marco had said, didn't hit home. In her mind, she couldn't figure out why she was acting like this. Shouldn't she be happy? She should be. 

Kira pov

Do you ever get that feeling where you simply just feel dead inside? Its usually a feeling that doesn't come in everyday life, but it usually comes when you feel like you have nothing left. Throughout my life, I've experienced so many times, that I swear I feel like I'm dead inside every other day in my life. Its always usually my fault, as well. I have no right to press my sins onto other people. Anyway...right now, now is the time where I feel dead inside. It often feels cold, and metaphorically dark...like you're trapped at the bottom of the ocean with 100kg weights tied to your ankles, and you're just slowly drowning. You try to swim, but its all for naught.

Do you wanna know what the worst part is?

Is that often, no one can hear you. They're too busy up there in the clouds, trying to avoid getting involved, and saying shit like: "Oh, just do something you find happiness in!" Or "Just don't think about it." Or the classic "You're overreacting, just let it go."

Ha.

Listen to me, you ignorant dumbasses. You all better listen up, because I am not repeating what I am about to say: If you got nothing nice or helpful to say, then get the hell out of my way. You all claim that you know me, but you really don't. Thats the cruel reality right there. You all claim that you know what I'm going through, but YOU REALLY DON'T! Its not something like: "Oh, I'm sad. I hate myself." Its way worse than that. You freaking want to kill yourself. You freaking dread each day that you live in. You have people to talk to, or work to finish of or something, but you don't freaking do it. You always feel exhausted. Its hard to get out of bed. There's fucking reoccurring thoughts about whether or not your life is even important. Oh and concentration and memory? Thats out the fucking window in the gutter somewhere. 

So before you say "You're overreacting." Actually use your fucking brain, and think about what you're about to say next, okay?

Now

FUCK OFF