"…I thought you'll come to my performance when I told you about it, but it really pissed me off when you ditched it. I thought I might finally have you acknowledge my talent." Now that it was all clear for Yuji, he greatly felt guilty for making someone feel so horrible. It also reminded him how bad he treated Toma. "I… I'm sorry." He weakly mutters. Yuu glares at Yuji. "It's already too late for that." "I'm sorry." "I said it's too late for that!" Yuu stands up to get something he hid behind the dumpster near them. And as Yuu gets closer to his victim, Yuji was frozen in fear of the hammer in sight. "Which one should I choose first? Your hands? Feet? Man, so many choices!" "T-That thing will kill me!"

"…Yuji." Toma muttered while he was sitting on a chair near Yuji's bed. When Yuji was admitted to the hospital, he stayed beside him the whole time after he settled things with Yuu at the police station. He also informed Yuji's dad about the situation because he needed extra hands on this. Toma can't keep his eyes off Yuji's broken hands. It pains him to see that it was wrapped in thick bandages because the doctor told him that every bone in his hands were broken into bits. This would mean that Yuji won't be able to use his hands anymore, he can imagine how devastated Yuji will be when he finds out about his hand. 'That damn Yuu. I'll get him for this.' He suddenly wished he beaten up Yuu just as bad as how Yuji was beaten—no, he wanted to double the pain, because aside from Yuji he was also hurt to see the one he love like this. Th

That was it. Everything is over. I no longer have anything to do with him. When I got back from the hospital, I learned that Yuji's father had storm at my place and took all of Yuji's belonging. They said he'll transfer his son onto another school because of me, though he had never mentioned to the faculty the reasons. But rumors seem to have already spread because of Yuu. "How disgusting! The school should expel him." "Is it really that guy?!" "I heard he was sexually assaulting his roommate, that's why the father of the victim took away his son." "That fag is a scum!" Many people kept whispering behind my back as I walk on the hallways. I couldn't care less about what they s

When I was about five years old, I can remember how my parents would argue all the time. It eventually led to physical violence, and sometimes I get hurt as well. It was really scary for a child to experience something like that from his own parents. If I remember well, the one who's most at fault for all the arguments was mom. Dad would always come home late and drunk, then mom will start to complain. They argue, fight, and mess up the house. "Stop telling me what to do, woman!" "I told you a million times already, haven't I?! Stop getting yourself drunk whenever you go home!" "Shut up and lock yourself in a room. Seeing your face ruins my mood!" "Why, you!… you should be the one locking yourself in a room! You're a wretched mess!"&nb

Nobody ever knows about it. I kept that very dark secret of mine all to myself. I can't even bother myself to tell my mom about what happened to me, I know she won't give a shit about it. And so, everything that I ever experienced from that man was written down on a journal. That was the only way I could vent all the stress and anger I had. While she was still on a relationship with that man, I would always hide from him so he won't be able to lay a finger on me. But there were times that he would sneak in my room just to make me suffer for his disgusting pleasure. He would often leave with a threat so I wouldn't dare tell anyone about it. I was really scared… no one was ever there for me. But instead of letting myself suffer even more, I try to make myself distracted when I'm out of the house. Y