February 13th, 2018 at 11:50 pm. He stayed up late that night watching the stars shimmer. He felt the moons tight grasp hug his face with its magnificent glow. He lied there, watching the night sky. He looked down to his hand, where broken promises lied oozing red down his arm. He looked back to the Calendar then back to the clock. 11:59pm. He sighed and tucked himself in. He peeked over to the Notes that lied dormant on his side table. Notes of which would come to use for who ever cared enough to take a peek at them. The Clock struck Midnight. The grandfather clock in the hall rung. February 14th, 2018. Valentine's Day. He fell asleep.
The next morning he awoke to the birds chirping. Singing they're songs like a special little note written just for the ears of those who valued they're songs. He got up and went into the kitchen. He watched as the milk flowed into the bowl of cereal. His Dad walked in after him, looking down at his food before getting enraged. "Eating again? You ate yesterday" He spoke. Father took his bowl and dumped it down the garbage disposal. "We talked about this Kikami. Your going to get Fat. And no one likes a fat person. So lay off the food or we could arrange a meeting with Mrs. R." Mrs. R. The name rang through Kikami's Head. He got up. "Yes sir" he spoke as he walked down the empty hallway to his dreaded quarters. Mrs. R. The old orphanage advisor. Kikami hated her. She's the lady who gave him to these brutal unloving people. Sadly, there was nothing he could do, so he put on his clothes, brushed his teeth and headed off to school.
Once he arrived he could see everyone in they're own lil groups and cliques. The popular girls. The jocks. The nerds. The smart kids. He was alone. He belonged in neither group or clique. He walked alone to his home room as he bell rung. He opened the door to be greeted by Mr. Line. Line scolded him for dressing in such thick clothes in the spring time. "Why are you wearing that? Your gonna get heat stroke and we're gonna get sued for something that was your fault." He got close to Kikami's face. "I'm sorry." Kikami mumbled as he sat down at his desk and took out his books. Everyone had eventually showed up. "Okay class, It's a very special day and I know you have a lot of energy today. So hand out your valentines and do as you please while I fix the coffee machine for Mrs. Porquike." He said before exiting the room. Kikami sat at his desk covering the broken promises and lies that covered his arms and thighs. Everyone else got up and started handing out they're valentines. Kikami never got any. This went on in 2nd period, 3rd, 4th, all of them. It was 5 minutes till the end of the school day. Not one valentine lied in his pocket or hands. The bell rung as he put his music in and got up quietly. He treaded home. Walked up the broken stones and through the creaking door. "No Valentines again." His Dad exclaimed. "Seriously? This is the 4th year in a row you haven't gotten anything." Kikami quietly went to his room, ignoring his fathers harsh words. He leaned against the door and put his bookbag on his bed. Kikami grabbed his face and felt the tears roll down his cheeks onto the stained carpet. He cried, and cried. He was so lost. He had no idea what to do and no one to turn to. He was alone. He was alone in this world. He had no one. He looked at his cuts. He slowly stood up and pulled his dresser open. He stood in the middle of the room with a thick rope laying across his hands. He tied the knot and hung it up on the ceiling fan. He knew from his body weight the fan would break. But he didn't care. He couldn't take this anymore. He stood on the chair and looked out to the sky one last time. His mind was rushing. His breathing was unsteady and his heart was pounding. He kicked the chair.
The chair fell back, he was finally going to see his mother again. But the rope around his throat had been torn and cut off. He fell into the warm embrace of a mysterious persons arms. He stayed quiet for 10 seconds. Then moved the hair out of his face to see a boy that he'd only really known about in some of his classes. The boy held his hand and started to sob. The crumping of a paper rested in Kikami's hand as he opened they're fingers. A valentine. With Kikami's name on it. He looked up at the boy. "..I never got to tell you how I felt, Kikami.." the boy said as they embraced tighter. Kikami lied in his arms. "Who are you.." He said softly. A moment of silence spreads through out the room. "I'm your secret admirer.."
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