Ryoki woke the next morning. Hoping to be up before his mother. It hadn't happened. What had happened was she threw a panful of hot grits on his burning him mildly across the cheek. It still stung. It wouldn't scar yet he'd had to run upstairs. His arms were riddled with hand print bruises. He had guaze tied to his arms from cutting himself before escaping out the window. He kept the hoodie masking the bruise to his eyes. His mother had almost tried choking him. Telling him how bad he was and that he needed to be smarter. That she hated him and it was his fault Hisoku never came back. He wored a hoodie with the hood up and long sleeves.<br/><br/>He walked into class and sat down. Mirashi joined him and looked at him. "Why are you wearing that?" She whispered to him. Ryoki pulled the hood down further. Hiding his hand with the bandaging around it. "I'm cold." He lied. Really he didn't want any questions. He glanced up at the new teacher. He then heard Mirashi say something. "Just another adult...nothing important." He answered. Class was long and he always let everyone go out first. He looked at Mirashi. "Go ahead...I'll meet you at lunch." He said. Closing his eyes and shook his head. His face hurt. He stood after Mirashi left. His mother was worse every day. He hurt worse every day. He walked slowly towards the door. His bandaged hand had the bandaging slipping into view when he pulled the hoodie hood down further.