Last edited: Thursday/25/07/24. Ubbi note: Trying a new POV. Let's see. May 23, 2052. « Maybe this way it's more direct. » I never liked the rain, specially at night. But now, seeing it from the window from which I am two meters away makes me miss my past. Those afternoons with my friends, coming back from school... I don't remember their names very well after the blows to my head the day before yesterday, but I think they were... Mitori and Mizaki? Nah... •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• I hear your footsteps going up the stairs and my thoughts are interrupted by a totally rational fear. But it is mixed with anger and helplessness when I see your face, after you open the door and enter. I try to move but my hands have been tied to the bedpost for a month now. It's useless, and besides the last thing I remember eating was a chocolate-filled cookie yesterday.

—You always come at the same hour... Couldn't you go to sleep?

I tell you, trying not to show fear in my weak and dry voice due to my slight dehydration.