I looked for a bit as Saihara was talking with Momota about something. Hmm maybe I should go get some snacks after school? That's sounds good...aww man though I need to buy water though...nah Saihara Chan forced me to at school that's good enough-

"Kokichi" a voice rang out in the hallways and I felt as if ice was dumped onto my back. Where is she? She has to be somewhere? I began walking around looking for her.

I saw her waiting at the school gate, everyone was walking past me as usual. She stared down at me, her hair was messy and her eyes seemed dull.

"Kokichi it's time to go home" she instructed. I looked at her confused "but I have school" I argued. She didn't say anything and just started walking towards home.

"Wait!" I called and started running after them as I kept trying to grab their hand, I always missed. I raced home and saw Dad. He was reading...yeah why wouldn't he be reading?

He's always reading...I could hear my Mother in the kitchen...drinking...yeah why wouldn't she be...

I felt a headache growing inside of my head as I shook it off placing my backpack near the door and I walked towards the kitchen.

It was covered in blood.

They are on the floor, just staring at me as they laid down into my eyes as I felt myself shaking he appeared- wasn't he on the couch?- as they held the blade in their hand looking tired.

The blood only continued to spread around the room, "STOP!" I screamed, her eyes...why are they still staring at me?!

He kept approaching till he was right in front of me and kept walkmg forward gesturing me to follow him as I did slowly down the hall...everything is covered in trash...the gunshots...it smells so bad...

Why is there so much blood?

He stopped when we reached the closet. I shook my head violently as he kept gesturing to the closet, "go inside" he said in a dry voice that sounded tired.

I felt my knees shaking, the closet...was it always this big? The door was terrifying, the clawmarks and the scrapes. How many times had I tried to keep myself from going in there?

He didn't offer any form of sympathy as I didn't even realize I was sobbing my eyes out, "don't make me go in there..." I pleaded. My voice sounded pathetic.

That's because you're pathetic.

"Go in the closet" he repeated stepping closer towards me his eyes full of malice, he was covered in the blood now and the closet just kept staying there making me freeze in terror.

I finally fell down to the floor, screaming. She's screaming. She was always screaming wasn't she? As I covered my ears and closed my eyes.

Go away, go away, go away! I pleaded again and again in my head my palms were sweaty and I could feel myself breaking down as he still stood over me with those same cold eyes.

My head was screaming in agony as he whispered into my ear, "get in the closet" he barked. I took a deep breath and got up shaking pleading to him as I looked into his eyes as I opened the door-

I blinked. What?

I turned around and saw the empty house as I closed the door. The room was clean as usual as I glanced over at the couch. Nothing.

I walked into the kitchen just to see the stains from my failed attempt at breakfast as I tried to regulate my breathing. It's over. It always that quick.

I grabbed the sponge and started cleaning the counters of the mess I made, looking down at my bloody hands...what had I cut myself on?

And rubbed occasionally my eyes as I grabbed a glass of water and walked to my room, as I passed by the closet I stared at it. The clawmarks are still there.

But that would never change.

I shook my head as I headed inside of my room and grabbed a pill bottle and took some with the water. I took out my phone and saw some missed calls from Saihara.

I can answer them later. I decided and put on my jacket as I walked into the bathroom washing my face a bit. My hands were still covered in it.

I washed them again...and again...and again.

The blood never comes off...does it?