T.K.'s Journal (Don't Read, Tamani!)

[Omlyt]

T.K. didn't write this, its just there to be there, a fictional idea about how she entered this role play. The part about Junko can be ignored, I just thought it would be appropiate to use a female teacher to help T.K. ... ^_^
A little spoiler- Its kinda sad... It shows her at her weakest moment ever.

"T.K.!" a voice called from behind her. She turned around to see Tamani, her uncle's best friend. She walked over to him, pulling her headphones from her ears. Tamani embraced her, pulling her close. He ran a hand through her hair. "D-don't disappear like that again!" Tamani panted, putting his chin on the top of her head. She blinked a few times, her hands pushing herself away.

"Tamani, I was just out on a run." she growled, adjusting the bottom of her shirt. His eyes went wide and then he pulled himself away. This girl had just stabbed a man, how could she go on a run now? She turned away from him.

"Tin's in the hospital, Teresa." he said, breathlessly. T.K. turned around, spitting to the ground. She hated that name, and he knew it. He knew it well. Fire burned in her eyes, the kind of anger and pain. She stepped out of the light and took her face in her hands.

"Don't. Call. Me. That." she growled, turning back to face him. She stormed back to him, taking his shirt in her hands, pulling it towards her. "You know that I hate that name! You didn't have to hear your mom scream your name as she threw herself off of the 13th floor of a building!" she screamed, shaking his shirt wildly. Tears fell down her cheeks as she fell to her knees.

"But... You stabbed Tin-"

"He touched me." she wailed, letting her arms fall onto the ground. Tamani's eyes grew wider. "He came up behind me while I was making dinner. I was chopping onions. He's done it before... And I HATE it." she cried. She put her scraped palms to her eyes, wiping away tears.

"Why did you tell anyone?" Tamani bent down onto his knee and pulled her back to his chest. "Why didn't you tell me?" T.K. kept quiet, only her body shaking and her sniffling broke the silence. She shook wildly, as if she were cold and she turned away from him, pulling away as hard as she could and vomited on the grass. She shuddered once more and collasped.

"H-he... He threatened to kill... m-me." she whimpered. Her breathing became unstable and fast. Tamani moved close to T.K., putting a hand on her arm. She jerked it away. "G-go away. I-I'm a monster." she whispered.

"No. I will not go." he said in a concerned voice. "You are not the monster, those who've harmed you are." He grabbed her shoulders and sat her up, wiping her mouth.

"I'm a monster. I'm a monster." she whispered, her eyes glued shut. "I'm a monster, get away from me." She opened her eyes and looked up at him pitifully. He looked back at her, his black and red hair falling in front of his eyes.

"No. You're not a monster, T.K. I know it for sure. You're a girl who's been though a lot. You are human. You are more human than I am." he held her face to his shoulder, rubbing her back. Suddenly, T.K.'s breathing slowed and a light snoring came from her mouth.

"You've been through too much." he whispered as he placed his arm under her knees and behind her back. He stood up slowly, holding the girl. "Those who thought someone like you could hold back all that hatred, are monsters. You're fragile T.K." he muttered. He began to carry her away from the park, heading to his own apartment.

It wasn't too far of a walk. He slowly climbed the stairs, looking around for any of the other teachers who lived on this floor. He saw Ms.Nakano hanging in her door, eating an apple. She was watching the sun set.

"Ms. Nakano... Do you have any clothes that may fit her...?" he asked, looking up at her with a serious face. She looked down at him and her eyes widened. She blinked a little before nodding.

"Uhh, y-yea-eah. I might. Let me go look. What happened?" she asked, going into her own apartment. Tamani followed her in, setting T.K. on the couch. She went into her room and dug in the bottom of her drawers, coming up with a T-shirt and shorts.

"A lot of stuff... She... She's been touched by this guy, one of my best friends. She stabbed him and ran off. I found her in the park, and she let all of her anger out, barfed and then passed out." he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "She may need a bath as well, can you give her one?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I can do that." she said with a soft smile. She looked up at him and sighed. "You go get some rest, Mr. Desher." she said with a wave. Tamani nodded.

"Alright. Good night, Junko." he said quietly. He waved and then left, going to his own apartment. He closed the door behind him, putting his forehead against it, feeling bad and tired. "Good night... Teresa." he whispered before heading to bed.


Title-
A Touch