"I'm sure he isn't a bad kid but he have some issues" he chuckled awkwardly,  while taking a quick glance at Yuka.

"you'll be here in a minute really?" he questioned astonishedly.

"never met such a devoted parent, I'll keep him in my office until you arrive"he said before  he hung up the phone  he sat across from Yuka and just watched him, before speaking.

"your mother said she is on her way"he informed him with a  smile, his big hands was coming toward him, Yuka smacked his hand away with anger.

"I think I will feel better if you just kill me, right here!," He yelled and slammed his foot against his brown wooden desk.

" I didn't know I could be hated this much!" He lashed out and kicked his desk harder, tears poured out of his eyes as he screamed in fear.

"just remembering what they did hurts" he thought.

" physically, my body feels like It's  being baked alive" he mutteres.

"you're over exaggerating even for a kid" the teacher scoffed "deep down your still like every other kid, cries when their parents are called" he snickered chidishly.

"just kill me, better yet kill them" He pleaded. he looked at him as if he went insane.

"you're not joking, what do they do?" he asked, just as he was ready to lift up his sleeve, and shirt his adoptive mother was guided into the room.

"My baby, what's happened?" she asked him in a caring  voice, while approaching him with a small frown.

tears couldn't stop pouring no matter how hard he tried " my child, what did me and your father tell you about getting in trouble, and making us come down here?." she questioned while gently poking his nose.

"come on, we're going home" she demanded before grabbing his hand, and started pulling him out the door.

"can't I stay a little longer" He begged while she continued dragging him.oit the door and down the hall. The teacher face showed concern towards his behavior.

"thank you Mr. Yagami" his mother spoke before saying goodbye before they strutted away.

When they got to the car she threw him in the back seat, she climbed in and quickly started the car, she continued to call him inappropriate names.

"wait until your father hear about this" she sneered while driving home, his fingers, no, his hands couldn't stop trembling, as they grew closer to the house.

when they pulled up he quickly opened the door and jumped out in case she felt like throwing him on the ground.

she pushed him towards the house,anger laced her voice as she herded him the front door.

he ran inside and to his room, he jumped in bed and he wished for death, he prayed before so many times.

"obviously, god must be holding a grudge against something I don't remember doing, since he didn't come when I first asked for help" he mumbled into his pillow.

He lift up his shirt and felt  his bruised torso, he looked at the red marks on both of his wrists.

"they purposely avoid my face " he whispered as he tightly squeezed his blanket.

He continuously chanted the word death over and over again.

"baby are you hungry?" my mother asked like she always do. first she's sweet then when dad get home, she turns sour fast.

"no thank you" he mumbled in his pillow, before turning his head to his   his window.

"home!" his father announced.  he heard his mother move away from his door. And he quickly got out of bed and made his way to the window.

he opened it and a breeze blew his way. he lifted his self on top of the window sill and thought long and hard.

"is it worth the torture?, I'll just end it finally"

just as he was about to jump, he was yanked back into the room with alot of force.

"what the hell are you doing!?" she embraced him like a real mother would, crying out with so much sadness as if she loved him. he knew it was an act, he knew it was fake, but he couldn't help respond positively.

"what gotten into him it's like he gone crazy" his dad muttered with a twisted grin.