I let the small silver dagger glide over my bloody wrist. It was his dagger, the traitors. Why do I have it, I'm not sure. Maybe he dropped it in a fight one time, and the silver gleam of it started calling my name. Maybe he left it hear once when we were friends. I don't remember, nor do I care.

The blood was dripping in creative lines down my arm and to my elbow. I had seven lines carved into my arm, some deep, some as light as a cat scratch.

Saru- I mean the traitor, use to be the one to see these marks. He never bout any lye I would come up with.

"Misaki, why is your arm in bandages?"

"My cat scratched me, no big deal!"

"Misaki… you don't have a cat"

"Well… I got them from fighting… I didn't want you to be mad at me, sorry"

"I know for a fact you didn't get into a fight, you love to tell me how strong you are. How easy it was for you to defeat someone. Misaki, what happened?"

"I-erm… It was… i…"

He would always just hug me after words. I know he knew the truth behind these marks. But he always just held me, telling me he's there. He's not here anymore. He left HOMRA, he left me. And I can never forgive him.

I grab the bandages from under my bed, and hide his dagger inside my closet. I could leave it out, but no one would care. I could show off my blooded wrists and my scars to my comrades at HOMRA, but they would believe I just got into a fight. To them I'm just the vanguard, its ok for me to be bloody. It's ok for me to have scars all over my wrists. Its ok for me to not tell them what happened. They all think I just got into another fight.

No one knows the truth, because they see what they wish to see. Not what's right in front of them. The damn monkey is the only whoever cared… but now I have lost him.

Saru, I think I know why you left… can you forgive me… if you don't… then I think I might just have to end it...