Another Arcadia Online

Bullying, it's in the past to hear about suicide and remember. Two suicides. I kind of remember the second time, and I kind of remember the first time.

When was the elementary school?

"You're a mess! Die!"

I'm getting pounded. Behind me was a tank of goldfish that I kept in my class and I hit it straight, and I heard the tank cracking.

When the water is shiny, it spreads to the ground. My clothes are also watered, and broken glass fragments sting and hurting. But I can't make a weak noise.

I stand up silently.

"Wow, I stood up! Clara stood up!"

My class mocks me.

I headed to the infirmary to stop the blood. I'm getting sad. I don't want to go to school anymore. Even if I talk to my parents, they don't have ears to ask me because they all do.

Men's bullies headed by Harada escalate daily. Parents don't even notice because they don't make visible injuries, and I can't really do it because I'm afraid of later when I tick my parents.

I don't know what to do.

The chime rang as I slowly walked to the infirmary. It's a chime to announce the beginning of class.

Let's go back as soon as they take care of the wounds in the infirmary. If the teacher ticks me, he'll kill me...... Let's even think about this injury.

All classes are over and the boys go home.

When I tried to get up and go home too, the girl stopped me this time.

"Don't you dare! School!

It is Mr. Migasaki who heads the women's faction that pushes him away.

Misaki-san punches me and hits my desk. Ouch.

"Why are you so bullied, school? Aren't you out of your mind?

I said, "Get out of here."

"Get out of the creeps, quick."

"" "Consumer, consumer, consumer, consumer" "

There is a springing of supreechol.

I don't even like to go through with it! I need to go or my parents will get mad at me......! I'm not the only one who's hard...! I've never had a child with harder eyes...!

Unexpectedly, tears convey cheeks.

"Wow, I cried"

"You think I should cry?

"I'm sick!

Then what am I supposed to do...

I can't cry, I can't beg for forgiveness, I can't ask for help. What am I supposed to do!?

I got a cutter in my eye. And a TV show flashes back on my head.

Speaking of which, some of you risked your life on TV before. I wonder if it would be easier for me to die, too.

There was something I could do. To die.

If you can't ask for help or anything, you're going to die secretly. I run home on my way home. I didn't have any parents today. He said he had business to attend to.

I wonder if the bath is accumulating. You're hoarding.

I twist the bath faucet and water out. I don't know what to say on TV about dying from bleeding.

And I bring a cutter from my room.

"... die. I'm gonna die."

I'm so scared of hurting my own skin.

But I put out the cutter blade. I had my father change the blade before, so I don't think there's any problem with the cut.

Put the blade on your wrist. Scary. Scary. Sounds painful. There's a lot of blood.

The hand holding the cutter trembles.

I'm scared, and I cry again. But if I don't, I won't be let go. If I don't die, I won't be happy.

You should die. I have to die......!

I put my strength into my hand holding the cutter.

And then I scratch my wrist with a thoughtful cutter. Ouch. It hurt and I couldn't stop crying. Blood bleeds out and dyes the bathroom red.

I slammed my wrist right into the bath. Now, I wish I were dead. You'd be unhappy if you didn't die. I don't want to feel any harder.

Look at the fluid mixed with blood and water flowing through your left hand and drain that hurts with that in mind.

Oh, my head's getting confused.

My consciousness is going to take it. Hehe, you'll die...... I closed my eyes.

"I'm in a... Misaki bath right now?... what are you doing!? Misaki!?"

I can't open my eyes, but I can hear my voice. And soon I realized.

You're in the way.

And I let go of consciousness.