It was worse. Way worse. I couldn't control it. It was getting too hard. I was barely in control of myself. I screamed, slamming my fist into the wall of the alley, so hard that I drew blood. So much blood, everywhere in the alley. Blood just pooled everywhere. My blood. When I washed my clothes the last time at the hotel, I'd found a faded piece of paper in a hidden pocket of my hoodie. It was an old threatening note from my father. I practiced and practiced, and before soon, I could easily forge his signature for anything I needed to. Now, when I pickpocketed wallets, I'd learn how to forge other's signatures as well. I never really had to use this skill, but it kept me busy, and anything that kept me occupied was worthwhile for me. Frustraed, an idea occurred to me. With Alina being so upset recently, it wouldn't be too much of a shock if she were to kill herself. With a suicide note, and no evidence of homicide, it would be the perfect crime. I looked in the wallet I'd stolen, counting the amount of money that was in there. About 30 dollars. Should be enough for a pair of gloves and a new knife. I laughed. Uncontrollably and suddenly. I just laughed. All I needed was a sample of Ali's handwriting, and no one would ever know.
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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.
