Fuuka POV.
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He's...forgotten so much, and...I can tell he is kind of off on his own world.
"Hey, let's go out and enjoy the weather? It's nice out today." I said, trying to coerce him into being excited.
"Okay." He replied quickly, his eyes were blank.
"How long do I have to stay here for...?" He asked me, his eyes still blank, yet turned towards me in his wheelchair.
Both legs broken and wrapped in a cast.
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"Not much longer, I promise." I told him, but truly, I didn't know.
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Why does he look like this...?
I feel awful, and I don't want to be treated like I'm some kind of burden, let me help you...please.
He looks like he just wants to be left alone, isolated within his own hospital room.
I don't know what to do. He's obviously mentally ill, and for good reason too, he doesn't know anything. All he's left with is the pain, without any of the memories. I'd be upset too.
The doctor said because of the severe concussion he had, amnesia is common, and sometimes memory doesn't come back.
He needs mental stimulation, something to remind him of these old memories.
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He used to love to go on walks, alone in the forest next to our house, but once he entered highschool he stopped really leaving.
I wish I noticed the signs...
And now, he's gone...or was almost gone...
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When he first woke up, he called our names and remembered everything...
The only person he forgot at first was the one fucking bitch that deserved it.
Katori.
I wanted to strangle her. She still comes by once in a while, begging on her knees to see Izumi.
I have to try my best to not stomp the back of her head every time I see her like that.
That's how much hatred I hold for her.
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Then after a few days, he started forgetting me too, our times together at home while mom was at work.
Sure, we weren't the closest, but he was my brother and I loved him dearly.
"Um...Nee-chan.?"
"Y-Yeah...what's wrong brother?" I asked back to him.
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It's almost like he's reverted to how he was in the early days of middle school. A lot of the only memories he has left of us come from then.
And he's calling me "Nee-chan" like he used to do.
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"I don't want to see anyone I used to know outside..." He said, sadness in his eyes.
"I promise, no one will see you out here or recognize you. We are pretty far away from home." I said, trying to hold back tears.
My sweet little brother.
Driven to suicide as a highschooler...I'll never forgive her.
Look at what you've made him.
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This was nearly our daily routine. My mother was almost fired from her job for taking so much time off to deal with this whole mess.
So...she had to go back to work, with the premise of working less hours now of course.
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I was angry with her at first, maybe if she was home more often. Maybe if she was here and had a better connection with us, my only brother wouldn't be in a wheelchair right now with both his legs broken, missing an eye.
But, she is working for the two of us, to make sure we have at least a somewhat normal life.
So...I forgave her, that's what Izumi needs right now. A proper family.
We need to be there for him.
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My new daily routine.
Taking care of my doting little brother.
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"He'll be able to head home tomorrow, but we are going to schedule some at home appointments for visiting, alright?" The doctor came in and said.
It's been about three weeks since he's woken up at this point, and we were all starting to wonder.
"Oh my god, Izumi, isn't this great news?!" I excitedly said, jumping up and down while holding the back of his wheelchair.
"Nee-chan, don't tip me over!! Please!!" He said, laughing back at me.
I'm glad, I've made him smile more recently.
I don't want him to remember all of that pain.
After three weeks in the hospital, he's finally going to be able to come home to a room he doesn't remember to neighbors that he won't recognize...
"I'm sure your memories will come back after a while, Izumi."
"Nee-chan...?" He said back to me. "Are you alright...?"
He realized before I did...
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I had visible tears rolling down my cheeks as we were celebrating his release.
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Hamasaki POV.
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The whole school was in shock still.
"Oh my god....is he alright...?"
"Where's is he staying?"
"Is he going to die?"
The same people who treated him like dirt were acting like they were worried about him. No one even came and spoke up against Katori except for me, and one other anonymous person.
Our testimonies helped to suspend Katori from school forcing her to move schools, yet her friends are going to be let off with only a weeklong suspension. We heard everything was captured on video at that karaoke place.
They almost killed him, I saw the footage myself. All three of those girls...it even had audio. I felt disgusted even sharing the same space as them.
I was only letting teasing happen, and staying quiet about it, I never could have imagined they'd do this...
They even caught "I'll tell them you raped me if you say anything." on audio, and it was used as evidence.
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That girl specifically has charges pressed against her now, false accusations can do some severe damage.
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I still feel sick to my stomach, it's been a. few days since I told teacher everything that happened, and everything that I saw.
I felt like a wretch...he was such a kind person, the only times we've talked one on one he's only been such a kind person.
He didn't look bad, he was tall...and his grades were good.
I don't even know why he was bullied to be honest. He looked much better than some of the other guys in this class.
Was it because Katori was his childhood friend? It made him easier to bully?
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I don't know.
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Why did it take me so long to realize that...? Why did I tease him...? Am I really that weak?
When he comes back, I'll take whatever he wants to throw or say at me. I don't care, I'll beg for his forgiveness.
It's just hard...not being able to apologize right now. And for what we know...he's still in a coma.
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I wouldn't even blame him for leaving this school after everything, it must be terrible to come back and see everyone like this, unending.
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Izumi POV.
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Home was...weird.
If I could even call it that I mean. I don't recognize anything. It's almost like moving into a prefinished house.
Mom had installed a wheelchair ramp into the house leading from the staircase earlier this week, and she told me about it.
Its definitely going to be useful.
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I'm worried about my sister though, I feel terrible making her take care of me like this, I want to be able to take care of myself without needing to rely on anyone.
"Nee-chan, are you alright...?" I asked yesterday, as she had tears rolling down her cheek.
I'm sorry.
I bet you're upset being stuck with taking care me like this, I want to get back to normal so I'm no longer a burden anymore.
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She audibly said it wasn't that, that it was because she loved me and I was stuck in this state.
She basically said she felt sad for me. Which is reasonable, I mean look at me.
I'm a mess.
"Izumi, here's your room, I cleaned it up for you and everything." Mom said to me as she brought me upstairs.
"I'm sure you want to be left alone, but please tell me if you need anything, alright?" She stated to me.
'Yeah, mom. Thanks..." I replied, as I looked around.
She went ahead and left the room, leaving me alone as she decided to get dinner ready.
It was...weird being in a place that I was supposed to remember. This was my room, less than a month ago. The same room I would come home in bruises with.
Supposedly I was getting bullied before, and that the people who did it are getting charged officially.
We are completely hands off of it though, my family made that clear to police.
We don't want anything to do with those "rabid" girls, my sister said.
I still don't know what happened, I feel like someone thrown into a different body, without any memories available to me besides ones from when I was a young child.
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I decided to look around some though, to get acquainted.
It was a pretty bland room, nothing stood out of place besides a bed, a desk, and a closet full of clothes.
I had a box full of books near the back of the closet, but I decided to not go through it today.
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I made sure to take my pain medication, since my legs were starting to flare up. Then, I decided to take a nap.
So, I dragged myself out of my wheelchair, and plopped onto my bed.
It was soft.
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Before I knew it, I was asleep. A werid comfort, in a room that I don't recognize, but maybe my subconcious does.
Are you...in there...? I thought to myself, as I drifted off.
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"Eh...?" I said, waking up and rolling to my left.
"Nee-chan...?"
There she was, sitting at the side of my bed. Rested over my body, and holding my hand.
"Are you...alright Nee-chan?" I asked again.
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"Mmmm" She grumbled, as she opened her eyes slowly.
"Oh...um. I didn't mean to fall asleep, are you alright Izumi?" She said back to me.
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"Yeah, just a little tired. I think today was just a lot..."
"I know..." She said, looking down at the bed as she talked.
"I'm sorry, Nee-chan," I murmured, with my voice small.
"For what?"
I hesitated, with my eyes drifting down to where our hands were joined. Her fingers twitched slightly.
"For...making you sad."
"Izumi, you don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong."
I shook his head back and forth slowly. "I did something, didn't I?"
"What... what do you mean?"
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Outside, the sunset spilled a faint orange glow into the room. The light casted a sharp line across her face
I wanted to say it, I wanted to apologize for trying to take my own life. For causing this entire mess.
But it wouldn't come out of my mouth.
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Instead, she reached for me again, clutching at my arm. "It's okay. It's over now. You're home, Izumi."
It was a slight comfort, but some feeling in my chest had told me, that I needed it desperately.
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"Hey, maybe tomorrow we can go out for a walk to the park? We need to make sure you don't get comfortable staying inside all the time. Plus, maybe seeing some familiar stuff around the neighborhood, your memories will come back!" She said back to me, still grabbing my arm slightly.
"Y-Yeah, Nee-chan..." I said back.
Having her talk to me like this just makes me feel even more guilty.
She's such an angel, why did I do this to her in the first place...?
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I'm truly disgusting...throwing away my life, when they care for me this much.
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I don't want to get back to that point; I need to avoid everyone that I used to know. I don't think I had any friends anyways.
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Class POV.
Sensei walked into the classroom, as everyoe continued talking as if everything was normal.
It had been about two weeks since he had made an announcement to the class and continued the investigation into everything.
"I have... an announcement," he begins. "It's good news this time at least."
A shiver ran through the room.
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Sensei adjusted his glasses and continued without hesitation.
"Some of you have been asking about Izumi."
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The moment he said "Izumi", he seemingly looked at Hamasaki with a
Kurumi glanced back at her, whispering. "Do you think...he made it?"
Sensei exhaled softly.
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"He's woken up. The doctors say he came out of the coma two nights ago."
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The room fills with gasps and murmurs.
"He's awake, but he's still in recovery. It may be a long time before he can return to school, possibly even after summer break."