The Gangster Had Fallen

Chapter 2

NAGISA'S POV (Edited)

Hello. I'm Nagisa Shiota. I attend Kunogigaoka Highschool. I live with my crazy mother, who actually thinks that I'm a girl. Well, I have a dick. No boobs.

I'm one-hundred percent a boy.

Mom really wanted a daughter. She really thought that I was one. But she's wrong.

I was still six years old after she heard the sentence "I'm a boy, Mother..." from me, she became angry. She started to pull my newly-cut hair, and dragged me to her room. I don't know what her problem is, but all I can see in front of my own eyes were... dresses.

"Nagisa dear, I don't like your attitude earlier, okay? That was truly a lie. You're a girl. And girls should wear these!" She exclaimed, happily as she showed different colors of the dresses from her cabinet. I cringed at the sight.

"Mom-"

"No sweetheart. I won't listen to you. Now... pick!" She commanded, gving me death glares.

"Mom. I'd really appreciate it if you would just let me wear these shirts rather than those dresses. I don't like it. Please understand, I'm a boy. I have a penis. And boys like me shouldn't wear th-" I was cut off when a hard slap landed on my cheek. And yes, it stung. I looked at her with wide eyes, not believing that she have done that. She loved me so much to do such a thing. Why?

"Watch your sinful tongue, Nagisa-chan. Do you know how hurtful those words are? How could you do this to me?! You're a freaking girl!" I was shocked. My Mom will never say bad words.

"No! I'm a boy!" I angrily shouted.

I was so absentminded on that time, and didn't even noticed when my mom already tied me up on the chair. Of course, I tried to struggle, but the rope won't budge.

"Now, darling. You're a girl. Don't temp me to force you wear this dress. And if you still had the right to talk back to me, think twice, daughter..." She said, between every growl.

After that, I locked myself up at my room, dressed in a pink girlish gown, crying silently at my bed. Gripping tightly at the sheets. My mind won't properly work. My body's in great pain. Mom had been rough whipping my whole body. She didn't even listen to my begs and cries. What has gotten into her?

My body started to form plenty of bluish bruises. The cuts, they're still dripping blood.

Mother? Oh, yes. She kissed my cheek and happily took a picture of me with the gown. She even put a tiara on my head. The pride of mine as a man was ruined. She excused herself for an hour. She told me that some problems on the company she was working at, was becoming out of hand.

So she left.

I hope that this beating up is the first and last. No more... it hurts...

Please let it be the last...

Wrong.

💙

After ten years, those beat ups became more painful. She's using a knife now. Yes, she cuts my skin.

Me, being a boy, should trim my hair, so I could look handsome. Problem is, she made me beautiful. She didn't let me cut my hair. She said that it won't look good on me. Truth is, she's making me miserable, including my life. Since then, I wasn't free from her grasp. She controls every move I take.

Yet, after those bloody tortures, I'm still alive...

I wonder how?

Also, I've learnt to harm myself. You know, cutting my wrists. But somehow, it felt great. It made me relieved.