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- Chapter 1 -

A/N: In this fic Nagisa's father will be referred to as Mr. Shiota by people other then Nagisa as his name was never revealed despite appearing in both the anime and manga.

His steps echoed as he paced the street attempting to cross the road to get to Mega's library, an old friend of his from his younger days. The horse and carts raced down the depressing barren roads, and left a trail of dust. The library was bright in color as if several cans of paint had exploded and splattered up the walls of the building. Nagisa picked a bright red book and started to read it as the lamps in the distance flickered in a bright orange tint. He stopped at the last chapter

His soul was like an empty void that needs to be filled with passion and love, what he'd give for even his mother back, at least she pretended to love him while she was alive. However, he can't have her back - she was killed by a serial killer. He never wanted her to die. She abused him yes, did he deserve that? No, definitely not but she should've been arrested not murdered, she didn't deserve that. No one does, everyone deserves to live no matter what, but everyone pays at a price even if they're too big and hers was clearly overdue. He would never say this out loud but he missed Karma dearly. He wanted his old friend back. He was always tempted to text him but Karma was the one who dropped contact with me so he clearly doesn't need me anymore...
"I was just his stress toy,"
that's what he told himself that everyday after that he threw the book he was reading across the library room, he read it everyday in an attempt to get over what happened to his mother. The result was always the same. The book was about a loving family, something he's lost. It's been a month after her death, he's still yet to move in with his father. His father tells him, "One more week son I promise" "A few more days," "I've been busy a little longer." He knew he wasn't gonna move in with him but he just nodded anyway and went along with it. After all - he loved his father. If anything happened to him he would go to help.

It was a simple flashback, could it even be called a flashback? It was only him remembering his mother a month ago, he remembered his last punishment like it was yesterday - quite tame considering he was hours late after watching Sugino's baseball match. He had gotten hand cuffed to the table as his mother put a centipede in his ear, she left it to dig around for a while, it was only approximately five minutes and my ear was already covered in blood and half-deaf. Tame right? He didn't know anymore, he didn't complain he thought it was normal for kids to be abused in such ways when they disobeyed, that's why he found it odd when kids looked at his bruises and injuries oddly. Perhaps it wasn't normal to be abused. He knew that now.

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