★彡　May contain hard topics and incorrect info.. and definitely spelling errors. ★彡

Katsuki looked at the blood that soaked his hands and clothes.

He doesn't remember how he got them on his clothes and hands.

The only thing he remembered was his father telling him to have a good day at school.

That's the last he remembered.

And that's what he told the police.

Katsuki wasn't sure why the police were talking to him. He doesn't even know how blood is on him.

All they keep asking are the same questions over and over again.

Police person after police person.

Doctor after doctor.

It never ended.

How do the doctors and police expect him to talk to them but they won't even answer his question.

Where was his dad? And why couldn't he make a phone call to him?

Why was he still in this crimson covered clothing?

Katsuki sighed and listens to the questions for the one hundredth time.

"Who are you?"

"What do you remember?"

"Have you ever done drugs before?"

"When was the last time you've spoken to anyone besides your classmates?"

And many more.

. . .

"I'm Katsuki."

"I remember telling my dad to have a good day as well and that is it. The rest of the day is a blur."

"I've never done drugs before. Papa said don't do them so I didn't."

"Usually only speak to my Papa. Don't really have anyone else to speak to."

. . .

Each time they wrote something down, and made faces that didn't make much sense to Katsuki. And always made a face when he brought up his papa.

The police officer began to stand up, just as all the others have and began to leave.

Katsuki pouted, "Excuse me? I'm sorry to bother you but.. when can I call my Papa? He must be worried sick! I never come home late! Plus we were supposed to make my favorite dinner tonight!"

The police officer froze, he shook his head softly, "Look kid, you're dad's dead. And you killed him."