P.S - there is going to be a lot of 'I' in like 12 chapters
The weather is nice.
It's slightly cloudy, and the blue gives off a nice feeling.
The breeze coming from the window felt nice too.
But the sound of Mr. Yakuza droning on interrupted the silence of the breeze blowing in.
Well, try as I might, it's probably impossible to completely drown him out.
But human beings are one thing if not hopelessly relentless.
And I, more than others, like to think of myself as one of those people who are stubborn for no reason.
Yes, what possible reason drives me to be sitting in this classroom right now, still breathing?
Why do I feel the air in my lungs, the brushing of my hair on my face, or the slight rubbing of my uniform against my skin?
Why, why, why.
But alas, the answer to that question may lie with the encounter that occurred this morning.
See, I had just left my dorm room alone after locking the door.
The key turned with a click, and I left after that.
"Right, I should make sure," is what most people do.
There was no need to go the extra mile to double-check if it was locked.
It's not like there's much to steal from me anyway.
Though I assume the other students would be too disgusted to even touch something of mine.
My roommates? Well, let's just say we live in separate spaces.
Ah, I've once again gone off track.
Stupid, stupid.
Well, I'm not someone who does the correct thing anyway.
They weren't lying at all when they would snicker "dumb" under their breath and point at me.
Anyway, where was I?
Ah, I was off to drop the key with the matron in charge.
Yes, there was no reason to care about theft, but I wasn't the only one staying in that room.
How unfortunate. Truly a despair to all parties involved.
Right.
Going off track again.
What was the point of this reminiscing again?
Ah, I seem to have forgotten.
Well, I'll figure it out soon enough.
This is the first period, so the trip down memory lane should be coming to a close soon enough.
Now, where was I?
So, I was walking to the matron's office to drop off the key—
When I bumped into someone.
"Watch where you're going, trash." He said it with a voice that was five parts disgust and four parts anger.
Of course, if we look at this from an investigative view—
Then one would see that I was walking on my own, very carefully.
I stayed in the shadows, away from the path of normal people.
But the other party wasn't watching where they were going and ran into me.
And by the throb in my shoulder, it was a very powerful hit too.
I fell down, of course, because despite our close age—
Our physique is anything but close.
But this is all dependent on one thing.
And that is if I qualify as a "human being."
No. I do not.
I am something below what should be the most natural thing in the world.
And like the lesser being I am, I swiftly changed my position on the ground to a kneeling position.
"I'm sorry," I muttered in a weak, submissive voice.
Please, please, please don't do anything else.
That thought kept repeating in my head.
But alas, I felt signs of danger as, in the corner of my eye—
His hands stretched out to me.
The response to this sense of danger should be flight or fight.
"Fight"? Are you joking?
So that's what would happen?
He would be intimidated by my defiance and bravery, then leave me alone?
Or he would get so angry that he would cause a huge commotion, attracting some sort of help?
Are you stupid, or even worse—are you me?
Do you think this is some sort of movie or something like that?
Nope. This is real life with real life problems.
This is real life where the weak—or in my case, lesser beings—don't have the thing that everyone so preaches about.
"Dignity."
It's not possible to abandon something you don't have, right?
Slam.
My forehead hit the cool marble floor loudly.
"I'm really, truly sorry. I won't do it again," I said in a louder voice.
Mind you, it wasn't a shout, because I wouldn't dare to shout. It was just a loud whisper.
I kept slamming my head down.
"Ah, I can't bother with you if you're this disgusting." The student said that and walked away.
Haa.
I sighed in relief.
Ah, I survived once again.
Pride. Dignity.
What's that?
That's a "human" emotion.
And I'm not a human being.
I am less than a human being.
Ring!
Ah, it's almost time for class.
I hurriedly dropped the key and ran for class.
I can't afford to be late and draw any attention.
So I walked quickly while sticking to the shadows and the corners.
I almost slipped on the way from water coming out of the girls' bathroom.
But luckily for me, I didn't hit anyone due to my clumsiness.
Oh, did you think I would be worried about falling?
No. My number one priority is never having any interaction with other students.
Anyway, I made it in time.
Twenty minutes before class started.
Phew. I'm the first person here.
Well, I'm the first person in this classroom, but I spotted a plump boy in front of me on the way.
So he should be in another classroom.
I sat down in the back row close to the lockers.
A corner where I won't be noticed.
Then I gazed out the window.
That led me to say the weather is nice.
Hmm, but I seem to be missing something.
I was going to answ—
Pain.
I was suddenly assaulted by a harsh pain in my neck.
Scream. I have to scream.
Ah, I can't.
I spat out blood from my throat.
It was rapidly filled up with new ones with each try.
Is this it?
Am I going to die?
Am I really, truly going to die after all this time?
Will I never see the light of day again?
Ah… is it… no, please.
Please… let this be the end.
Please… hehe… let it all end.
Hehe.
.........
The weather is nice.
I thought while gazing out the window.