Yay! I actually updated faster than normal lol. And yes, this is the last chapter. I plan to write a sequel, which I hate to say that I won't start posting until December. I have a lot of school work to get done and exams to study for. You know how that is. So here's to the official last chapter of There's no way out! Thanks to all who have read and commented this story. You make me happy

I mentioned that I was going to end this story awkwardly in the chapter 12, so be prepared when you read the ending of this one. I'm not always good with writing great endings. Sorry!


Chapter 13

(Misaki's P.O.V)

When the nurses had asked me about my arm, for some reason I couldn't contain my emotions anymore. It felt like I was reaching a breaking point, which I did. So I confessed. As much as I wanted to hold it in because of the shame I felt for doing such a thing, and burden I felt for lying to everyone, I just couldn't. And so when I confessed, I felt so relieved. At last I didn't have to lie anymore. But my mistake was looking at the nurses and seeing the hurt and somewhat disappointment in their eyes that I had to look away. Was that how Usagi-san was going to look at me when he finds out? What would he do?

After the nurses finished bandaging me up, I cradled my arm against my chest. The doctor finally came to see me. From the corner of my eye I could tell it was a man. I didn't dare look up. Even though I didn't know him, I felt too embarrassed to face him.

"What is your name?" The doctor asked.

"M-Misaki. Takashi Misaki." My voice was slight shaky.

"How old are you Misaki?"

"I'm nineteen." He started scribbling on his clipboard. I started take deep breaths as my nerves were getting the best of me. His presence, along with everyone else's in the room, was bothering me. I felt like I needed to get out of here. I needed to find Usagi-san, be near him so I could feel better.

"So what happened today Misaki?" I was startled by the sudden voice. I glanced at the doctor and looked away quickly. I couldn't catch what he had said and as seconds passed by he repeated the question.


My throat closed up. I didn't want to think about what I did. The flashbacks of me cutting deeper and deeper into my arm made me cringe. As much as I wanted for my problems to disappear, I just kept creating new ones. I shook my head. I didn't want to answer him. He wrote on his clipboard again.

"How long has this been going on?" Again I didn't answer. The doctor cleared his throat as if he was not happy with me. "Since you're not going to answer to me, how would you feel about speaking to one of our specialists? You are going to have to see someone about this situation."

"I-I'm already seeing someone," I whispered. Luckily I didn't have to repeat myself as he jotted down what I said. He asked for my therapist's information and I gave it to him. She would have to know sooner or later.

"Even though, you're seeing someone now, I think it's best to see one of our specialists here. I'm going to ask that you stay overnight, just to be sure that there are no infections. And because I have seen many like you who have done self-injury, it's best to not risk that you hurt yourself again. We don't want you to end up even worse."

Hurt myself even worse? Like what? He couldn't possibly think I was going to…kill myself, could he? I'd admit that the idea might've crossed my mind. I mean, I felt like I was completely useless and alone that if I went away, no one would care. But now, I'm scared. I don't think I have the strength to do something like that.

Just being here at the hospital, with Usagi-san out in the hall waiting for me, it opened my eyes a bit of the situation I just put myself in.

"There is someone waiting for you outside. Would you like to see them?" I nodded my head slowly. Facing Usagi-san right now, that felt like I was going to meet death. "Ok, I'll be right back." Then the doctor was gone. The nurses followed after.

Minutes passed and I decided to close my eyes for a bit. I could feel myself dozing off. Suddenly I felt someone standing beside me. I could tell it was him. I opened my eyes slowly and

"U-Usagi-san? Are you…"I stopped speaking, looking away from him.

"Am I what?" I flinched at his tone. He was mad.

"Are you ok?" I finished

"What do you think?" I could hear a chair being dragged across the floor.

"I-I don't know." I glanced at him.

"What the hell were you thinking?" He snapped. "Are you that stupid?" His voice was rising. I suddenly got scared and could feel my eyes sting with new tears.

"I'm sorry." I said. I looked away.

"No, I'm sorry." He started to calm down. "I shouldn't have yelled at you. It's just that…I don't understand." He grabbed my bandaged arm, holding it in his. "Why Misaki? Why would you do something like this?"

Because everything was getting out of control I thought, but I didn't answer.

"Did something happen between you and your friends or at school?"

School's is a nightmare. Everyone distances themselves from me. And what friends? The only person who would even talk to me was Sumi-senpai and he tried to take you from me. He betrayed me, again, when he let Usagi-ani take me into his car I thought, but I didn't answer.

"Did you have a fight with Takahiro?"

No, but I feel like I've caused him great grief for killing our parents. It was my fault that they died. But he loved me anyway. He shouldn't even call me brother I thought, but I didn't answer.

"Did…I do something wrong?"

You didn't do anything wrong Usagi-san. It was me. It always has been. I've caused trouble for you and your career. No one wants us to be together. Can't you see? I'm only a burden to you.

I started to sob, loudly. I covered my face as I didn't want Usagi-san to see me like this. My body shook with a force. I was truly a mess.

"So it's my fault," Usagi-san said. Even though I was crying loudly, I heard him.

He thought this was his fault?

"Misaki, you did all this because of me? Was I…that bad to you? Was it because I told you go live with Takahiro? I thought...I thought I had apologized for that."

Using the hospital sheet to wipe my face, I looked at Usagi-san. There was torment written all over his face. He was looking down at his hands as if trying to figure out what to do next. Either my eyes were that blurry from the tears or Usagi-san looked like he was about to cry.

"U-Usagi-san, p-please. Y-You—"

"I'm sorry Misaki," he suddenly interrupted. He was shaking his head. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this relationship. I guess I was blinded by my actions of keeping you for myself that I didn't realize that I was only hurting you. I never, ever wanted that." His hands balled into fists. He then got up from his chair and started to walk away.

"Usagi-san, where are you going?" My heart started to pick up speed.

He didn't answer. The door swung open with a force, the knob hitting against the wall and he stormed out.

"No…" I said with a shock, "Come back. Usagi-san, come back!"

I got up so I could follow him but I forgot that my arm was attached to an IV. I wanted to rip that damn thing out.


"Nurse! Nurse!" I wasn't going to let him go. It was not his fault. I had to tell him that. He has to know. I started to press the call button, jamming it hard as my patience was running low. "Nurse!"

"What is happening? Why are you yelling? You ok?" The nurse slightly yelled as she came rushing through the door.

"Get this off of me now! I need to find Usagi— I-I mean Usami-san."

"What? I can't take that off. You are injured. We need to monitor your health."

"I said get this off! Or I'll take it off myself!" I started to pull at the IV. I hissed as it hurt removing the tape that was holding it down.

"No! You mustn't do that!" She stuck her head out the door, calling for assistance. Just when I was about to finally pull the thing out, hands came out of nowhere, holding me down.

"Get off of me!" I started yelling. I kept struggling, but there were two male nurses holding me down. The nurse from earlier was trying to hold my legs. "Please just let me go! Usagi-san!"

He never came back.

(Usagi-san's P.O.V)

He called for me but I rushed out the emergency room. Finding my car, I got in and slammed the door. Obviously I was angry. I pounded against the steering wheel. I thought it was going to break. I wasn't angry with him. I was angry at myself for not seeing that he was in trouble. All those times when he was not being himself, he was hurting inside. I just watched. I should've done something. I promised to always protect him, to be there for him. I just didn't think he needed to be protected from himself.

I gripped the wheel and I couldn't hold it in. I yelled really loud and then the sobs came. At least I was alone. No one was going to witness my weaker state.

"Misaki…" I whispered as I felt tears drop onto the steering wheel. "I never meant to hurt you. I should've been there for you…I'm sorry."

(Hiroki's P.O.V.)

Hiroki sighed angrily.

"I hope that idiot is ok."

"To whom are you referring to?"

"Both of them."

We were finally reaching the hospital. Even though I told Nowaki that everything was going to be ok, I could see in his face that he was really scared. Heck, I was afraid too.

Just a few feet away, I spotted a red sports car parked along close to the ER entrance. I saw that there was someone sitting in the car. Akihiko?

"Hey Nowaki, you go inside. I'll meet you there."

"Why Hiro-san?" I pointed to the car, he saw, and understood. He nodded and gave me a peck on the cheek. I could feel myself turn red. That brat…

Walking over, I knocked on the window. Akihiko jolted. That's the first time I've ever seen him jump like that.

"What the hell are you doing in there? Why aren't you inside?" He stared at me for a bit and then placed his head back on the steering wheel. "Hey! I'm talking to you!" Was he crying? No it couldn't be…

I pounded on the glass again. I saw that he reached for the locks and pressed to unlock them. Opening the door, I sat in the passenger seat. I folded my arms, waiting for him to say something. Minutes passed by and the silence was bothering me. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Care to explain why you're sitting in the car alone instead of being with Takahashi?" All I could hear was his breathing. He didn't even dare to make eye contact with me.

"Did…something happen to him?" It dawned on me that maybe the reason he was here was because Misaki was…

"He's fine," Akihiko finally said. Sighing with relief, I was angry again.

"So why the hell are you sitting here!"

"Please stop yelling. I have a headache." He sat up. Yes, he was crying. I don't think I have ever seen him shed a tear. Even as kids, he never let emotions take over him.

"Well?" I hated waiting for an answer. It was like I was talking to one of my idiotic students.

"Hiroki, am I a bad person?"

That threw me back. I wasn't expecting that.

"Why are you asking me that? Of course you're not a bad person."

"So why? Misaki cutting himself doesn't make sense. He could've opened up to me. Maybe I was that terrifying or selfish that made him afraid to confess to me. So why? Did I make him not trust me? I know that I could be overprotective at times, but it's just that I love him so much. I just don't understand. "

He was really tormented by this. I would be too if someone close me did such a thing.

"Listen Akihiko, you are not to blame for this. And as harsh as this may sound, he did it to himself. That kid just didn't know what to do and thought he found a solution to his problems. He wasn't really aware of the consequences. Do not blame yourself for this. As of now you should be there for him instead of sitting inside in your car thinking about 'what if' and 'why'. Ever think of that?"

His eyes widen at what I said. "You're right. I should be there for him now."

"Of course I am. Now let's get the hell out because I'm suffocating in here."

We got out the car and he picked up the pace as he hurried inside the ER. He glanced back at me.

"Thanks Hiroki. Oh and what you saw in there, you are never to say to another soul. Understand?" His dark aura appeared and I swallowed with fear.

"B-Baka! Will you just go!" He turned around and left.

(Nowaki's P.O.V.)

I reached the receptionist's desk. The woman, who looked miserable and tired, saw me and her eyes brightened.

"Why, hello there. What can I do for you today?" She smiled, moving towards me as to get closer. For some reason, that tends to happen when I'm around women.

"Yes. I'm looking for Takahashi Misaki. Could you tell me what room he's in?"

"Of course." She smiled at me again and started typing at her computer. Her smile faltered a bit.

"Takahashi Misaki, correct?"

"Yes. Is there something wrong?"

"Well, from what I see here, it looks like the doctor had to give him some medications to put him to sleep. He started to freak out, demanding that he was going to leave and many of the nurses had to rush to hold him down from doing so."

"Hold him down? Why? He's not that dangerous or anything."

"Sorry but I don't know anything else beyond that. How about I go find the doctor for you?" She got up, walking with a certain sway of her body. Sorry but that's not going to get my attention.

"Hey Nowaki. Did you get to see him?"

Hiro-san and Usami-san stood behind me.

"I didn't actually. It looked like something happened to Misaki. They couldn't tell me what."

"What do you mean something happened to him?" Usami-san's face suddenly turned pale. He walked away from us, running down the hall. Hiro-san and I ran after him. We reached a room and saw that a nurse was standing in front of the door.

"Sorry but you can't go in there," the nurse said, holding her hands up.

"Why can't I see Misaki? I demand to see him!" Usami-san was certainly pissed.

"I'm sorry sir, but he's sleeping right now. There were complications that required the doctor to…" She stopped herself.

"Do what? What did the doctor do?"

"Strap him down," I said. Through the small glass of the door, I could see Misaki laying in the bed, sleeping, with straps that were tied across his arms and legs.

"You strapped him down?" Usami-san was about to push the nurse aside but I caught his arms and held him back.

"This isn't the time! You need to calm down!" Hiro-san yelled.

"You will release me, now." His tone was something to take serious but I held my ground. I still gripped his arms to show that I wasn't going to let go until he would calm down. "I'm not going to do anything so let me go."

I hesitated but finally did what I was told. Usami-san moved away from the door.

"When will we be able to see him?" I asked.

"It depends on what the doctor says. We have to be sure the patient is stable enough to be around others at this time. If you want to, you can wait in the waiting area until the patient wakes up."

None of us had moved. It was until that Usami-san sighed and started walking away was when we started to trail behind. We found three empty chairs and sat down. None of us said a word. I mean, what is there to say?

"You," Usami-san pointed at me. "You never told me why Misaki was hurting himself."

"I'm sorry but it's not my place to say. Misaki should tell you that."

"He isn't going to tell me. He doesn't tell me anything." I watched as he lowered his head, his hair covering his eyes.

"I understand how difficult this can be. Having someone you care about whom you love very much who doesn't always admit what they are feeling or thinking can be fustrating. But just remember that they are with you for a reason. There's a bond that can't be broken no matter how many ups and downs you have in a relationship."

I glanced at Hiro-san and his eyes were wide, confusion written all over his face. I half-smiled and looked away. He didn't expect for me to say such a thing.

"Just believe that everything is going to be ok. It's all you can do. Misaki is a strong person. And it's probably hard for you to see it but it's clear that he loves you very much. Just remember that."

Usami-san stared at me and saw the tension in his shoulder loosened.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome. But...I will say this." My body tensed as I started to have flashbacks of that man in the limo. He was certainly someone to keep an eye out for. "Watch out with whom Misaki is with. Do not let him be taken by the wrong crowd. Just be careful, ok?"

"I agree." Hiro-san whispered.

We all looked at each other and Usami-san's eyes narrowed. It was like he knew who I was talking about.

And…that is it. I told you I was going to end it at a weird spot! Again I'm sorry. I'm working on the sequel little by little right now. If you thought Misaki was the only one to lose his mind, think again. There's going to be a whole lot more twists and turns in this coming sequel. I'm so excited that I'm bouncing in my seat.

Thanks for reading. I really appreciate your reviews. Later!