This is the 674th day that I've been visiting her. She's been looking better, even though she's hardly moved from where she was the first day. Her cheeks are pinker, and her face isn't as pale and sunken as she was before.

I hate the people who did this to her. Although I'm glad that she's getting medical attention, I hate the fact that she can't be in school and enjoy a normal life. For the millionth time, I curse out the person that was behind the wheel in that red pickup truck. What was he thinking? I resist the urge to hit and ruin something, because I really shouldn't do that kind of thing in her room, but my fists still ball up and my jaw clenches, arms shaking from the force of holding my rage back.

I take in deep breaths. I cannot blow up here. I can blow up on my way back home or at home, but I can't let Rin see so much of my ugly side when she doesn't need to see it. It's not directed at her, and I know that she wouldn't want me to be angry. She might have been your typical cliché, but I knew how true her cliché statements were. Take in deep breaths, she'd say. It's your right to be angry, but you need to figure out how to channel that anger. If you're angry, that's fine, but divert it towards a good path. I smile at the thought. My mind may still have traces of anger, but a small happiness distracts me.

Thanks, Rin, I think, hoping that she'll hear me. I have no reason to believe that I'm telepathic, but I want to think that she received my thanks anyway. "Sorry, but I have to go now. But I'll be back tomorrow, right after school. Okay? I'll see you tomorrow." My voice ends low, but its meaning is heartfelt. I know she gets every words that I say. "Stay strong," I whisper. My last words are the same every day. "I'll wait for you forever." I wanted to tell her to wake up, because I need you, but I didn't want to put pressure on her. Leaving this shitty world was one of my dreams, after all, but I couldn't blame her for not wanting to come back. It would break my already cracked heart into pieces, and then I'd lose my will to live. So although I wouldn't blame her, I'd also cease living, stop enjoying all that life has to offer.

I smile at her, water her little lily once, and head out the door. "See you later, okay?"