"Hey!" I said, seeing Mika approach the alley. She walked over and sat down next to where I was standing, a cigarette hanging loosely out of my mouth. "So, what's up?" I asked, trying to make conversation. "Not much. But I am going out with that boy I was talking about this weekend." She said, laughing. I was speechless. The shock of what she'd said causing the cigarette to fall to the ground. God, I knew it. I told myself this would happen. Why did I go against what logic said? I clenched my hands into fists, digging my nails into my palms until blood began dripping from my hands to the concrete. I fought back tears, wiping my hand on my hoodie, and pulling the box of cigarettes from my pocket, and grabbing a new one to replace the one that'd fallen to the ground. I pulled out my lighter and lit it, hoping that something, anything could mask my feelings for Mika. "Nice." I finally said in a flat, monotonous voice. She smiled, obviously off in some fucking dream land. "He's cute, and handsome, and he's really nice. One time in gym he even-" She started rambling, and I wasn't even listening at this point. She rambled for at least 10 minutes about this asshole. It started wearing down on me, messing with my emotions. "Just shut the fuck up!" I yelled, slamming my hand against the wall, causing the wounds from earlier to open. Blood from my hands dripped down the wall as I stood there, glaring at Mika with pure rage and hatred. Shock and fear filled her eyes, but I didn't care. I didn't care if she was scared of me anymore. I didn't care what she thought. Hell, maybe everyone was right to be scared. "Just shut the fuck up, and get the hell away from me." I said, glancing away from her, fighting against the tears trying to make their way down my face. She just sat there. "Please." I muttered quietly. "And don't come back here, alright?"
Without saying anything, she stood up, and walked past me, out of the alley and away from me. As soon as I thought she was far enough away, I finally caved. I fell to my knees, and the tears I tried to suppress flooded down my face and soaked into the pavement below. This was the worst feeling I'd ever felt. Worse than my father beating me. Worse than starving. And I couldn't conceal it, I couldn't mask it, I couldn't bandage it, I couldn't heal it. I couldn't do anything about it.
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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.
