Dazai really didn’t expect to see you at his door tonight. You’ve been best friends for as long as you could remember. He’s always been there for you, especially when your mom started being abusive. She hated you, and she made it clear. Ever since your dad left the both of you, she hasn’t been the same. Since then, you’d come to his house with bruises and wounds, and he’d tend to them. So you could imagine the shock on his face when you told him you had killed your mother. You looked desperate though, and of course he wouldn’t just leave you. You both were only seventeen, and calling the cops wouldn’t be a good idea. He walked to your house with you, your mother’s dead body on the floor. Her head was bleeding, and so was her chest. Blood on your bed and the ground.

“Jesus Christ..” He mumbled, rubbing his temples to try to figure out what to do.