July 7th

May 31

I kept thinking about her. She was always on my mind, somehow, no matter what. I pulled out my flip phone, wanting to dial her number, but before I could let myself, rage ran through me, remembering how she'd hurt me. I threw my phone at the opposite wall of the alley, and it was immediately smashed beyond repair. I was slowly breaking. How much longer until I shattered like the screen of the phone? I didn't know, but I had a bad feeling it would be sometime soon. I started going back to school, and I started pickpocketing on occasion to get enough money for a hotel room to clean up, and not have to sleep on the hard concrete, but most times I had to spend more of it on food and water. Things at school were even worse now, and every so often some jackasses would try and beat me up, but, it didn't bother me. Thanks to my father, I was pretty used to it. Eavesdropping on conversations between Damion and Akio, I managed to find out that Akio was, apparently, allowing Damion to abuse his three years younger sister, Alina. After a while, though, I guess they stopped talking, and anyone could clearly tell that the intense feeling of guilt was affecting Akio greatly. Such a perfect, messed up situation. I thought to myself. I eventually started paying more attention to Alina, and it was obvious the abuse was affecting her mental state. Her normal cheerful persona was replaced with a dreary, depressed demeanor. That's when a thought occurred to me. What if Alina suddenly died in the midst of all this? How would Akio react, or even Damion? I ignored the thought, and lit another cigarette.