Life is a game, that no on makes it out alive.

Where do I even start?

Kokichi pov

Another day in this shithole of a life, waking up only to enter the nightmare instead of escape it. I look around my lifeless room, my deep purple eyes not able to focus on the one spot. I flitched as a loud bang echoed through the house and the reason for it standing in my door frame.

"get the fuck up you little shit. My dad drunk again and clearly showed no signs of becoming sober anytime soon, I wonder why I even bother to see any difference. He's always drunk or on drugs and always unstable. My dad's voice pierced through my thoughts.

"what did I just say freak". He's voice clearly filled with anger he throws the bottle he had in his hand moments before and smashes to pieces against the wall, making the left over wine drip down and the shards scattered it almost looked like a murder scene if I wasn't still alive.

As soon as he left I got up and started getting ready, not like I even bothered anyway. I stand in the bathroom looking at my messed up purple hair and the bruise against my check that I covered with a bandage, as per usual I look like a pale sleep deprived corpse. After grabbing me black book bag with a few emo pins I leave, not that I have a ride or anything so I just walk alone.

I finally made it to the next hell in my life, school. Filled with jocks, sluts, bully's and as I'm notified as a freak, I approach the large building in front of me passing the gates that look like they're about to be locked shut. A cold chill shuttered down my spine as I felt eyes locked onto me, turn around suddenly only to see no one looking at me but only within their own stereotypical social groups. I turn back around only to find myself staring right into the chest of Kaito Momota,

"sup freak" once again that word is shot right at me. I look up into his eyes only to find him staring daggers into me, like a target for them to impale.

"Oi freak, what's with that look, planning to run". With that said he grabs my arm and throws me to the ground, I wince as the pain of colliding to the pavement spikes through me. I feel his foot kick me to the side and I grab my mid section and wince in pain, I barely look up and see that Kiibo had stepped in his face full of pity towards me as he looked down. Kaito got sick of his lecture and left

"See ya faggot", and with that he left and kiibo helped me up and we both headed to the infirmary.

"Are you ok, as usual you took quite the beating",

"I'm fine" I lied as per usual. Kiibo was nice and I didn't want to make him worry and get mixed up more in this shit.

"Kokichi, kokichi. Helllo, KOKICHI" "huh", was the only reply that came out of my mouth.

"It's time for class," kiibo said and with that we left, but I still felt a weird presence behind me like before. I ignore it and leave.

hey hoped you guys like the first part of this story, btw non of the artworks/photos are mine.