A/N: I don't know what to write anymore. I just want some (blue bell) vanilla ice cream.

I want to cry cuz Kiibo technically killed himself. Why can't I cry? Damn you heart. Not being emotional, especially when I want you to.

Warning ⚠:  The following may contain auditory, visual and/or tactile (feeling) hallucinations. As well as triggers such as self harm, dark thoughts, neglect, violence, and/or (mostly verbal) abuse.

P.S. I just want you to know that Kokichi's Schizophrenia is pretty severe so it's not like super normal.

[Song: Beth Crowley - Monster (Official Lyrics)]

Kokichi's POV

I looked up at Rantaro. I was confused, my head hurt like hell, and there was something behind him. I tried not to look at it. It was a huge shadow figure that was wearing a cloak. Die you worthless piece of shit.

It looked like what people usually picture what the grim reaper looks like. It held out a long boney finger to me and lifted up my chin. "Death will come take you soon....." It said in a low, raspy voice. I shivered. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die.

I buried my face in Rantaro's chest. For some reason I felt safe with him. 'Why? Why do you make me feel do safe....?' Stop worrying and cut your wrist. Stop worrying and cut your wrist. Stop worrying. Stop worrying. Just cut your wrist. Just cut your wrist. Cut your wrist. Cut your wrist.

I clenched my fist. Rantaro lifted up my chin up meet his gaze and smiled. "You feeling okay?" he asked, clearly concerned. I nodded silently. "Well,  to answer your question: Some asshole threw a brick through the window and it hit you on the head."

'No wonder my head hurts so much...' You deserve worse. It isn't enough...you deserve something worse than death.. I pushed myself away from Rantaro. And slowly got up.  

Although I was shaking since I felt pretty weak, I stayed up. At that moment I heard some people at the doorway. I looked over, it was our entire class and Ms. Yukizome.

Shuichi ran over and practically tackled me. "Thank goodness you're okay!" He hugged me super tightly,  pretty much carrying me at this point.  "Dude! Careful." Kaito warned.

Shuichi sighed and put me down. He looked super relieved. They don't really care about you. It's all a lie. They hate you! Hate hate hate! The room started to spin and I fell to my knees.

"Kokichi!" They hate you. Just die. Die already. (Damn. These voices are super abusive.) I covered my ears.  "So tired......." I said softly. "Tired?" Rantaro came over and knelt down. Shut up you worthless idiot.

"They're always so loud......" I complained quietly. "They? Who's they?"  Rantaro asked, obviously confused. I looked up at him took my hands off my ears. "Why, the voices of course." Don't talk about us. Just shut up.

Rantaro gave me a weird look. "Voices? What voices?" He asked. They think you're crazy. You're crazy! Or not. Crazy crazy crazy! But maybe not. "You probably can't hear them." I whispered.

Leave. You're just a nuisance to them. I got up walked out of the classroom, saying I would go to the nurse's office. I walked away, leaving the rest in silence, shock, and relief. Get away from them, you psychopath.

Rantaro's POV

I stared as he left. I was stunned. 'Voices.....is that why he's been acting so weird? If so then he's definitely not okay....' I thought to myself worriedly.

Everyone looked at eachother. Probably just as worried and confused as I was. 'Kokichi seemed pretty shaken. If only I could keep watch on him....Wait... That's it!' It was like a light bulb had just turned on in my head.

I turned to Ms. Yukizome. "Is it okay if I watch over Kokichi for the time being?" I asked, hoping to get a yes. She nodded. "Yes. I think it'd be a good idea to keep an eye on him. He's been acting kind of weird lately."

She pointed to the doorway, signaling for me to go after him. I nodded then ran off.

Kokichi's POV

I ran to the Nurse's office, tripping a few times though. When I got there,  I knew the nurse wouldn't be here today. I closed the door and sat on one of the beds. Cut... Your wrist. Cut your wrist.

I looked around the room. Near the entrance there was a medicine cabinet and under it was a desk with a compartment on top. Cut your wrist. Stop searching... And cut your wrist. Just cut your wrist. It had mini drawers that held bandages, gaws, medical tap, scissors, disinfectant, and a scalpel.

Take it. I walked torwards the desk and opened the compartments. I looked through and took out the scalpel. I went over to one of the beds and sat down. Use it. Use it. Do it. Cut your arm. Cut your wrist. I rolled up my sleeve and held the small blade to my arm.

I pressed down and soon enough, warm blood began to burst through my skin and ran down my arm. More. You deserve more. I repeated the same step. This is your punishment.

I did it again about 3 more times. The blood ran down my arm and dripped to the floor. 'This pain was mine. I can control this pain. I had a choice with this. And this is my punishment.'

Just then the door burst open. I quickly turned my head to the door way and there stood Rantaro. Panting and wide eyed. "Kokichi? What are you doing?"

A/N: I drew a face. Because....ART.

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