2 Chapter 1

• Y/N POV

The morning every morning... It's the same thing over and over again.

It's 8:00 A.M and here we go, the loud annoying beep of my alarm clock letting me know that it's time to roll out of bed. As I wake up, slowly taking the blanket off of me and enjoying every last moment of relaxation simultaneously, I rub away the last bit of sleep from my eyes. I get up and feel the warmth of the carpet on my room floor slide against my bare feet.

Dear God… Do I wish I could wake up like this.

Instead, I was held captive in a dark compartment with no windows, no blankets and not even a bed.

I use all my remaining strength to stretch my arms up in the air as I hear the "knack" sound. I've always hated that.

Then I gradually get up from the ground and walk over to the door.

I reached to grab the knob as I hesitated.

"It's another normal day-"

"YYYYYYYYYYYYY/NNNNNNNNNNN!"

"Eep!" I squealed. That was my uncle, of course. What does he want?

I took a few steps back, aware that he's coming due to the loud noise booming from the staircase. Uncle busted through the door while I stood there, not knowing why he's throwing a tantrum now.

"Uncle..."

"Don't 'Uncle' me! What are you still doing here undressed, bastard?! You've gotta hurry up and go to school, you piece of shit!"

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It just occurred to me. I've been standing here in my room undressed with stinky breath and messed up hair.

It's not like I go to school differently.

I was always aware of the fact that school begins in 20 minutes. I just wasn't in the mood today.

Like everyday.

A/N: In Japan, school starts at 8:25. (According to My hero Academia) That's when their short homeroom begins. I'm just gonna use that timetable. Here:



"Don't just remain silent, go!"

Uncle didn't encourage me into hurrying up for school at all, so I stood there.

I felt my head drop facing the ground.

"What's the use anyway? My grades are sinking, I get nothing to eat every day as I live on trash… It's no us-"

"GET. GOING." he murmured and held a knife up to my neck.

Why did he want me out of the house so badly? Even on weekends, I spend the whole day outside.

He's probably bating the mastur or something like that.

I don't have any valid evidence, but that's what I think.

Welp, that's a question I ask myself everyday.

I cowardly took a few steps backward  as I clenched on to my arm. Then I circled around the door-blocker to get out in the process.

I only have about 5 minutes left and if I don't make it in time, I might have to serve punishment for coming late.

Again.

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As I arrived, I tried to sneak into the school building without being seen but to no avail. Probably it was because of the wound I earned myself as I tripped over my foot and gawked upon a sharp rock slicing my right arm in pain and agony.

To make it worse, I was going to come late for sure.

And I didn't carry a band-aid with me.

"Oh Y/N-chan, Is that you?" said a common voice.

Standing in front of me was a girl that was an inch lesser than my height. She has round doe pink eyes and her white-colored hairstyle is really cute!

I wish I could have hair like her…

It's Yashiro aka Nene-chan! She's so popular… for her daikon legs.

There's no doubt.

"Oh hey, Yashiro. H-how are-"

"-san. It's Yashiro-san. I always tell you that you've gotta speak with honorifics to your Senpai. Imagine if you did that to a teacher."

I don't see why it's considered rude. I do it all the time.

That can't be why everyone hates me, right?

"I know…" I frowned knowing that I'll never get used to that old tradition. I don't know why I thought about my uncle specifically at that moment.

How he held a knife up to my neck…

How he called me names…

How he despised me…

My thoughts were interrupted as I felt myself being pushed against the wall.

Perhaps that's why.

We were in an empty classroom so there were no witnesses.

Unfortunately.

"You sick son of a bitch!" she screamed as she blocked my only exit through her "You should've been in a different class Instead of mine. You're annoying everyone with your fake wounds. I'm the beautiful one here. Why are you getting the attention you seek instead of me?!"

"I don't seek attention" I exclaimed. I fought back the tears that were about to drop.

"Oh yeah? Then what is this? Fake blood-"

"Yashiroooo!" I heard a pretty voice shout out to her psychiatric friend. However, she didn't use any honorifics.

Maybe it's because they're friends.

It was Akane Aoi. The most beloved girl in class. She did things fair and treated everyone the same way…

Yashiro doesn't deserve to be treated like an angel after this.

She never deserved to.

She froze as she gazed upon the menacing position we were in.

Her hand made its way to her lips.

Her eyes widened.

"What are you doing?!" she said in disbelief.

Of course, Yashiro had yet another splendid idea to hide from the truth.

She said the following:

"Oh, I'm just teaching Y/N-chan how to protect herself from the big, bad bullies…"

And the smartest girl in class fell for it.

"Ok then!" she clapped her hands together "I guess it wouldn't be good if she didn't know how to-"

The pitch of a Japanese school bell cut her off.

"Well! We should get going, shouldn't we? We don't want to be late!" she cheered.

Before I watched them happily skip away, Yashiro gave me one last death glare reading:

DON'T. TELL. ANYONE.

Just like my uncle.

I still don't believe even Aoi didn't catch a single glimpse of my bleeding arm.

It was bleeding throughout the scenery. But she didn't even care to help me.

How should I go to class now?

I was about to give up until my eyes flickered to the tissues in the corner of the classroom.

I sighed. "What other options do I have?"

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