How did I not realize it?
Well, I guess I did notice it… that's just the problem, though.
It's just… I guess… I did notice it, but I just wouldn't be able to actually realize it… I wasn't ready. Because once I did, that would mean I believed it true.
And I'm not ready to face the truth.
Because the truth is, I'm not strong enough to face the truth without him, that's the truth.
The truth is, the truth is too confusing.
"Mr. Hitachiin!" Damn that nurse, always bursting open the door at precise moments like that. "We have told you countless times to stop this! Where do you keep getting these!" She tossed the blade aside, I see from the corner of my eye; I won't look up.
"If you keep this up, we won't be able to release you anytime soon." She says getting the bandages out again. She bends down to my level and picks up a motionless, blood-soaked wrist and wraps it tightly, attempting to stop the massive amount of blood loss and once again, turn them to just more scars to add to my rapidly growing collection.
When she's wrapped them both, she remains at my level. I still refuse to look up to her.
"What are you going to do if Mr. Hikaru sees these?" I feel my eyes grow big as she pulls down my long sleeves to hide the bandages as usual.
"Sh-Shut up." First time I've spoken in a while.
"You and he do everything together. You think he won't notice-"
"It's none of your business! Get out!"
She bows apologetically, then does ask I demanded.
The blade still remains gleaming upon the floor. For the first time in a long time, I smile a real smile. I'm not alone after all. With the sun shining in from the window, it smiles back.
A/N: Ok, excuse again: My parents started checking my history on the computer. Must take extreme precautions; however, I have offically completed the rough draft of the entire sequel. There are two more chapters, plus an epilogue. (Is currently typing those up)