I Wanna See You Smile (Karmagisa)

NAGISA'S POV

"So, this is where you live, Nagisa-kun?" Karma asked as we stopped in front of the door of my house.

"Y-yeah and... Uh..." I looked away. "T-Thank you..."

He laughed softly, patting my head softly, "Don't mention it. Nagisa-kun."

He withdrew his hand from patting my head, and began walking off. He looked over his shoulder, "So, see you tomorrow at school, Nagisa-kun."

I nodded as I watched him walk to the elevator of the apartment building. When the elevator doors closed, I opened the door and entered our house.

"I'm home," I muttered monotonously as I walked towards the staircase. I was about to take a step up the stairs when I heard my mum call.

"Oh, welcome back, Nagisa, sweetheart. How was school?" She asked in a sweet manner.

I replied with the same thing I always say to her every time she asks that question. "It was good."

"Oh, really? Did you finally made another new friend?" She asked, the sweet smile on her face turned into a menacing one as she stepped closer. "He even walked you home too, didn't he, sweetheart? How kind of him, no?"

"He's not my friend." I mumbled.

"Oh really? So why does he look like he's so fond of you?" I make two steps back as she makes a step forward, "Patting your head, treating you ice cream..."

Damn, was she spying again...

"I-I don't think so,"

"Doesn't matter. Cause soon, he's gonna leave you too. Like your other friends did. After they found out that you're a murderer. But if he doesn't, I'll take matters on my own hands. You don't deserve to be happy, cause you stole my happiness. You little killer."

My eyes widened as I felt tears stung my eyes, flashback of the accident that happened 10 years ago flashed through my mind like a movie.

She grabbed a fistful of my hair, thrusting my head up to stare at her cold eyes, "Yes, that's right. You killed my husband, you good-for-nothing fucking bastard."

"I'm sorry..." Tears began falling down,

"Your sorry isn't going to bring my husband back! If only you died instead of him, you worthless fuck!" She screamed hysterically, yanked my hair as hard as she could to the floor, kicking my gut and slapping me across the face continuously. "You should've died instead of him!!"

All I did was cry silently and bit my lip to prevent myself from screaming or even sobbing. She grabbed my hair, pulling me up. My pigtails were off and my long hair was down. She let go from grabbing my hair and pushed me harshly to the stairs. I felt like my jaw broke at the impact. "Get out of my sight you stupid pile of shit. Before I'll drag you down to hell."

Terrified, scared, and hurt, I ran upstairs to my room, locking the door close. I leaned on my blue-colored wooden door, sliding to the floor. I took out my razor, seemingly out of nowhere. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath before digging the blade down on the flesh on my wrist, to my arm, and to my elbow. I did it again and again, from my wrist to my arm, until it reached my elbow.

Why does my life have to be like this? Why me? Why did dad die? If only I died instead. Will I remain unhappy for the rest of my life? Why do I have to suffer this way? Why am I still alive to begin with anyway if the world hates me?

Those ridiculous thoughts ran through my mind. Each word, I unconsciously cut myself. I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming as I tried to endure the unyielding pain. I whimpered, digging it deeper. It's been a while since I started self cutting. And I do this everyday. I don't know why but doing this, it relieves me from the mental pain and focus on the physical pain.

I did a few more cuts before standing up and stumbling to the bathroom connected to my room. I washed the blood away as I leaned on the white bathroom wall, slumping down to the floor. I pulled my knees to my chest, wincing a bit because of the pain and bruises in my body. I wrapped my still a bit bloody and trembling arms around my knees as I buried my head between it. I cried my eyes out silently, until I drifted off to sleep where my nightmares hunts me.

This is ridiculous. I could feel sadness and sometimes anger, but I just couldn't get myself to be happy. And well, what could I say...

THERE'S NO REASON FOR ME TO BE HAPPY.

KARMA'S POV

After I walked Nagisa home, I began walking home. Once I reached home, I opened the door and I was greeted by the darkness and silence of the huge place.

I sighed and just went straight upstairs to my room. I then lied on my bed, in thoughts.

Nagisa...

That boy who never smiles. That's what I observed so far about him. Ever since I first met him, he never smiles. I never even heard him laugh. And he hadn't even called me by my name yet. I wonder what his problem is..

I don't know why I just couldn't help myself to get intrigued by him. His interesting for some reasons. He's really adorable to begin with. Frown doesn't suit him at all. He'll look even cuter with a smile.

After seeing how he's being treated by everyone in school, I just wanted to protect him. I want to be with him. I wanna see him smile. I also wanna hear him call me by my name, and not with 'hey', 'red-head', or 'idot' or 'moron'.

I want to know what his problem is, I know I shouldn't interfere with his personal life. But I wanna know. And I wanna help him. Dammit.

I know that we just met and even though it sounds silly and kinda cliché. And this doesn't sound like me but...

I already like him.