Rintaro Tanaka's head ached, the pain slowly getting worse.

A group of three boys and two girls laughed, as they threw stones to his forehead.

With each rock, the pain got worse.

A deep gash had began to form on Rintaro's forehead, as a large streak of blood began to flow down the front of his face, directly down to the bottom of his chin. 

The sound of a doorknob could be heard. It was the last sound before Rintaro fell unconcious, as his body became limp. 

The next few days came, as Rintaro sat in a hospital, eating curry and rice with a spork. 

A nurse came in every ten to fifteen minutes, and checked on Rintaro. 

She would first check his heart rate, take his blood pressure, and test his reflexes.

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A therapist also entered every now and then, though Rintaro hadn't spoken since the incident.

After three weeks had passed, Rintaro was given permission to be discharged, and go home.

Rintaro stayed in his room, without any reason to socialize.

His mother would occasionally come by, knock on the door and wait, only to get no answer.

Rintaro would stay updated with the world online, via social media networks, and he commonly read the news articles.

Sometimes he'd get notifications from old teachers, and some old classmates he didn't remember.

Rintaro'd ignore the notifications, as he had no real reason to care for any other person.

Each night he fell asleep, it felt like a bad memory would fill in the blank emptyness of his eyelids.

He hated the pain he felt when the incident happened, not wanting to remember anything, including his 'friends'. 

He felt like he had been ridden of his reason to contribute, and any reason to trust anyone.

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