Lies

Im sorry

Kokichi's POV:

I lay curled up in a ball. I haven't moved in days. I can't find the will to. I'm to pathetic to still live, yet I'm to pathetic to end it.

The first thing, in days, to peak my interest finally happens.

There's yelling. There are about five people yelling shuichi's name. They sound frantic. I know why. It's all my fault after all. They finally found the last clue, on the last day for that matter. A slip of paper that reads,

CLUE: I'M SORRY.

I feel horrible for that hint. It implies that a simple sorry could fix all these deaths, or that I don't want them to succeed. When in reality I have no idea where Rantaro's body is.

I start to question what's happening when the chanting goes on for fifteen minutes. Until there is a pounding sound on my door.

I take a deep breath in, count to three, and exhale. Then I go and open the door.

Kaito is at the door. Before I can ask anything he's holding me by the neck.

"Where's the last body, you freak." I start trying to choke out words, but instead I just end up actually choking.

Soon Kaito has me pinned to a wall. Then he moved his hand, that was previously around my neck, to my chest.

"Let me talk to shuichi." I gasped out. I can feel my body trembling. I attempt to stand up straight to try and stop my shaking.

"Do you want to test me?" Kaito yelled into my face. His anger making his face turn red.

"I'm only going to talk to Saihara-chan." I work hard on keeping eye contact and plastering a 'I've cornered you' smirk on my face.

"Fine, go." Kaito growled in annoyance, as he removed his arm from my chest.

When I get outside everyone is long gone.

I know on the door "Sahara-Chan, can I come in. Shuichi didn't come to the door. He must have been pissed.

I take a hair clip out of my hair and pick the doors lock.

When I walk in side I hear screaming. 'Who's screaming is that?' I wonder but then I realized, that it was my screaming. 'Why am I screaming?' I asked myself then I see it. No, that's wrong I've already seen it that's why I'm screaming. But now, my mind is starting to process it. I wish I could make it stop. I don't want to look at it. Right in front of me was the body of Shuichi Sahara. His boy had hundreds of sharp objects skewered through his body, mostly consisting of knifes and swords. I wobble back up to my feet. 'When did I fall?' And stumble all the way to my beloved body.

I remove all of the horrid entities from my lovers, no past lovers, body.

And now the story has taken a turn for the worst. We will let kokichi mourn his loss alone for the remainder of the night.