Not surprisingly, living on my own was actually better than living with my father. At home, my father would sometimes neglect giving me food for days on end, but with my large roll of money, I was able to buy food when I needed it, and I didn't have to worry about an escape plan when I wanted to meet up with Mika. I pulled out my flip phone and dialed Mika's number. The phone rang three times, and then she answered. "Hey, Mika, can you meet me today?" I asked, as usual. "Oh. . ." I heard her sigh through the phone. "Okay, what is it?" I asked, preparing myself for the worst. "I-I, um. . . Actually. . . I'm hanging out with someone else today, sorry." She said. I sighed, desperately trying to shove my disappointment and anger away. "Oh, alright." I said. "Talk to you tomorrow, then?"
"Um. . . " She seemed hesitant. "Sure." And she hung up. Calm down. Calm down. Calm down. I repeated to myself in my head. I felt all the anger and rage at my father combined with the thought of losing my only friend creep up on me, forming tears in my eyes. Goddammit. All I ever was to her was a fucking burden. The thought repeated itself. It was true. I never helped her. She didn't consider me a friend. She always seemed a little bit uncomfortable and hesitant around me. That's when it clicked. She was only acting like my friend, because she was scared of me too. And that. . . That realization was enough to start wearing down on my sanity.
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July 7th
RandomJuly 7th. The day something in his psyche snapped. The day everything had changed for both him and Mika. Basically just the backstory between Hiroki and Mika.
