Man I'm lucky the dorms are on the first floor....and that Saihara apparently never closes his window....seriously he's going to get robbed one day....ugh my head. I pressed the cloth harder on my head and went as fast as I could out of the school, because unlike Saihara I knew where I could get stitches for my head and where I actually had medical supplies stashed and I would have made it to...if it weren't for darn blood loss. I hope I didn't say anything....Riko said I used to say crazy stuff when I lost to much blood...god I miss them...usually I could just text them if something happened and they could drag me over to our area in town to get treated since my parents wouldn't let me go to any hospitals if they could help it. Well except for...I shook my head and got into the warehouse.

It was abandoned for decades and no one really cared enough to bulldoze it at this point so we had spruced it up on the inside to make it a functional base for us, including having to build wheelchair ramps so Chiasa wouldn't murder us in our sleep. It used to be a lot livelier....guess that changed to huh? I walked in and got over to the back and dug around for the first aid kit and went in front of the broken mirror and winced as I stitched up my wound the best I could.

Ugh...this was a lot harder than I thought it would be...I sighed putting the stuff down, best I can do for now...I don't feel like going to school after that...or explaining to Saihara or Ms Yukizome...I walked over to the box of snacks we-I had and grabbed a bag of chips and a Panta. Ugh it's warm...well better than nothing...wait...I haven't been here since the crash have I? I sighed and just walked over to the used couch we had got from a yard sale once, took hours of straight pushing to get it here since we got it when we where still in elementary school and couldn't drive. The memories made me smile a bit till I noticed a long white envelope on the couch. Did they leave something....did....I opened the letter, inside was a piece of paper that seemed typed out by someone and not handwritten. But none of us had a printer...and the librarian checked everything before she let us print...

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What the f*ck....what the f*ck....I looked at that note for so long till I realized I was shaking. Whoever the he** this is, they are going to pay for what they did to them....I placed it back in the envelope and stuck it in my pocket and immediately stormed out of the warehouse. I don't know how, or when I will find them but once I do...I'm going to kill them.