Lunch break chimes.

That's a sign of the beginning of abuse.

My uncle will pass me today. [M]

"Hey Hitachi, get me some juice!

Reddish unmade hair. Piercing of the cross visible in both ears.

Fully open neck and sloppily protruding cutter shirt hem.

That's Uncle Saki.

"Then mine, too, Hitachi."

This is Saab's goldfish hun, Kida. I'm not wearing a piercing.

However, he has an uncultivated figure similar to Saab's. What do you want to claim about hair dyed orange hair and its long collar feet?

At this hour, I will be conveniently used by both of you every day.

It's called a stick person.

"Yeah...... well, can I have some carbonation?

What's "carbonated?"? I want to ask myself if I intend to be concerned.

That's only a sign that slave guts have been stained.

Asking oneself is stupidity to oneself. There is no breakthrough in such an internal conversation.

This was my routine.

Two years after I enrolled in high school, to this day, I am a slave to this Saab and Kida.

I've behaved as if I was only friends with Saab from pride I don't want to admit I'm being abused.

I've played a critical relationship where I can excuse myself that I'm not being forced to.

But I can't lie to myself.

Besides, people in my class should recognize me as a child who's been abused.

I'm having days that don't make any sense.

"Saab, you're abusing Hitachi again, I'm not ashamed, I can't even be a high school student and abuse you"

She is Kawachi, a class commissioner.

He has a strong sense of justice and a completed justice in him.

Dark hair put together in one behind you. The righteous eye peeking through the red-blown glasses is a symbol of the hypocrite.

"Huh? It's not abuse, why don't you just go buy some juice. Hitachi, we're friends."

Saab is a cunning man. He is a light but able to study.

What that means is that the belly doesn't punch you in the face if you do.

Always make him hold the juice bill when he passes.

"That's right, Mr. Hanoi's mistake. We're still best friends," said Kida.

I've never thought of you as my best friend or anything.

So is Saab, but Kida would be a true idiot.

Should I say natural? It is Saab who gets his hands on it, and Kida just always looks beside him.

Kida doesn't think she's part of the abuse.

That's where it's different from Saab.

Nothing is worse in nature than unconsciousness.

"Why don't you shut up and say something? You should make it clear that you're being abused, or we won't be able to help you or your teacher."

Hypocrisy wants to help me out for a liking.

"... not abused."

I heard a loud sigh of Hanoi in my words. He's smiling like he's stunned.

"... Hitachi, that's fine."

"... I don't know what you're talking about"

That's what I left behind, after class.

I just walked out the hallway and heard Saab laugh ridiculously. This is followed by Kida's laughter. What's so fun about making fun of people...

No, it'll be fun. So there is no more abuse.

They have the idea of a "four-layer structure" that represents how abuse occurs.

- Perpetrators, victims, spectators, bystanders.

In other words, the idea is that there are no irrelevant persons in the field of abuse. Each of them acts together, and as a result, I'm being abused.

I just want to say, the reality is different.

Everyone thinks it's "irrelevant". It doesn't matter if you realize it.

Just have fun with it. If you show others, that's fine.

That's why I came to the roof of the school building, not in front of a vending machine.

Most schools already say access to the roof is forbidden.

But in this school building I go to, the roof was liberated.

I mean, this would be it.

"Jump down whenever it's hard to live..."

Whisper those words. Maybe I'm not normal.

Maybe he's out of his mind. Maybe it's crazy.

But...

"But it's not me who's crazy, it's this world..."

Try to speak up like that and nothing will change.

At the end of the fence, the other side is the sky.

After seeing the same view as usual, I climbed the fence and went down to the other side.

Then he looked up into the sky and took a deep breath meditating on his eyes.

Inside the fence, several students were seen talking happily with friends over lunch.

"Hey...... that thing, it doesn't suck"

"Yeah... you should call your teacher."

- Yes, it is. I'm going to kill myself.

The students who began to bother talked about something in a low voice and also saw those leaving the roof in a hurry.

Is it rarity or righteousness, or the sex of those bound by the chains of common sense?

But where is the driving force behind that action?

But it's the life of every man.

Give me something I can leave alone......

But by the time the teacher arrives, I'll be upside down to "freedom"...

The sky is beautiful gray as usual.

School buildings, grounds and asphalt all look the same color, as usual.

I only wanted it to be a different color today, but wouldn't it?

"You guys know... why I'm jumping out of here today"

He was asking if it was hard to hear.

But it's too late.

I should have ended it sooner.

Faster.

"Well...... goodbye guys"

Weigh on the front and drain the moment your foot leaves the ground.

- I was already jumping.

upside down, falling downwards.

I didn't want to die.

I just didn't want to live.

You guys won't even know the difference.

It just falls.

All my thoughts and my time so far are falling.

And it will disappear.

As if nothing had existed since the beginning.

I saw a rooftop in the air where my body leaned back and turned away.

My eyelids (eyelids) grew heavier and my consciousness gradually became distant.

That's when.

A tremendous light jumped in front of me.

It filled and took away the sight.

In response to that sight, I was no longer able to think deeply.

The last view I saw was just white. At the end of the day, it was a white world where nothing could be confirmed.

And on this day, I bid farewell to my previous crappy life and end that life.

The Hitachi sect is dead.