I held the open pocketknife in my left hand, dragging the blade straight across the flesh of my right index finger. I watched as the blood dripped from my finger, amused. I set the knife down next to me. I won't hurt anyone else. I repeated to myself in my head. It never helped though. Day by day, it just got worse and worse. I wanted to hurt people more and more. And the more I thought about how no one cared about me, the less I cared about controlling my need for blood. I still tried. I wasn't going to hurt anyone, no matter how badly I wanted to. As long as I kept this up, and stayed away from everyone, I'd manage it. At least. . . I hoped I would.
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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.
