Dakara, Anata o Koko de Koroshimasu

- - The Waitley family was once a wealthy family with enormous wealth in their hands.

Albert Waitley, his eldest son, took over his father's company, managing it with great success and instantly becoming a billionaire.

With a lot of money and honor in his hands, his eyes gradually dazzle, eventually dyeing his hands on booze and women, as well as gambling and all sorts of objects.

Every night he drinks up to losing his memory, holds the women he meets in his place, and believes in a reversal of the situation and puts his spare money into a beating. It was clear to everyone that it would fall to the bottom if they continued to live such a corrupt and rotten life, no matter how successful the president was.

It should also be said that all the fine liquor poured into the glass turned into cheap beer bottles, and the warmth of the woman in her arms turned into cold, brisk winds, and all the large sums of money that could not have been exhausted turned into large debts.

The company naturally went bankrupt, abandoned by all his men who admired him, and even lost the house where there should have been a bed to give him a delicious meal and tranquillity, and he fell into despair and switched hearts after a long period of regret and grief.

Then he goes to church to admit his mistakes, omit them, and start over with his life. So I met one Sister.

Patricia McBain. She was a beautiful woman with clear blue eyes in flax hair.

From now on, the two begin to deal with each other, and eventually Albert confesses his mistakes to her. When Patricia heard it, she pardoned him to start over together, without anger.

Then they were attracted to each other, vowed their eternal love, and possessed one daughter.

God bless her, too. I hope so, Patricia gives a name to a baby who sleeps in her big, bloated stomach.

Cecilia Waitley, and.

Cecilia grew up as a merciful and faithful girl, just like her mother.

I go to church every day, read the Bible with enthusiasm, and pray to God. Submissive and caring, she grew to be liked from around her.

It was by the word of my mother that she became so faithful.

"This world is full of hard and painful things. But, you know, God sees it all. So believe in God. Pray, and God will surely help you one day. Believing in God is our love."

Patricia's words were all difficult for Cecilia, who was still young, but she was listening with her eyes shining.

The word 'love' was often heard in picture books and the Bible. A child, of course, she had an emotion she had never had, but she had a strong longing for that lovely sounding emotion. If we continue to believe in God, we will wake up to love and be saved ourselves. What a wonderful thing.

Cecilia's face was filled with hope. Mother is right, if you believe, there will always be love and salvation. I'm sure this situation will change, too.

Believing and not questioning so, Cecilia became more faithful than anyone else in the Church.

The scars that Albert put on where he married and built his family do not disappear so easily.

Life was poor, debt remained much held, and the branding of the fallen remained pressed.

Naturally, the damage extends to the family.

The time Cecilia was forced to suffer the most in the day.

That was when I went to school.

My classmates made me curse relentlessly, depriving me of my personal belongings, tainted and destroyed, and sometimes subjected me to violence. Instead of ignoring her knowing she's being bullied, the teachers just turn a cold eye as if she's saying it's a natural reward.

My parents ask each side for help, but they don't listen, and on the contrary, they are abused together.

You'll never forget that angry debt takeovers have pushed you home for not being paid back.

My father was beaten to death and my mother was also killed after being raped. Cecilia could only see the sight as they beat her. I cried many times. I screamed. It hurt. It was painful. I was scared. It was hard.

Then, when the matter was over, Cecilia, with moles and wounds all over her body and abandoned like a rag, fled to the church and was hidden.

Cecilia had become more indulgent in religion as a result of this event. Whether we were eating, taking classes at school or not, we even kept praying. That's all I could do. That's all I knew. Pray and you will be saved. Believe that faith is' love 'for God.

My classmate at school hates her like that. The bullying went harsh. The followers of the Church were also turning a blind eye to her. When Albert's daughter was acting strange, there were people who heard rumors and were curious about her.

My heart was screaming every time I was hurt. Every time I prayed to God, I was beginning to question it. I wanted to die every time they laughed at me. I was miserable and embarrassed to be alive.

Still, she kept praying. Must be saved. Miracles happen. That's all she had left.

That day went on, when she turned 15.

The church she was attending was burned and lost without a trace.

Arson is her classmate.

The motive was just harassment.

Clear.

I almost got it.

"No more noooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

comes, and Cecilia cries, covering her kneeling face with her hands.

There was no salvation. Faith was not love, it was just a real escape. There is no miracle. A man of good will is only molested by a man of malice.

I am betrayed by everything the earthquake believed in, and I am struck by despair that the world will collapse.

"Why!? Why, why, why!? How come it's just me!? What did I do?! Hey I did something wrong!? You put up with all the pain, the pain, the fear, the hardship!! You've always believed in God!! Why do you have to see me like this!! WHY, WHAT, WHY NO ONE HELP ME YAY!!!!

Irrational.

I'm just saying I was born under a fallen human being, and this trick. There's no way I can convince you. There's no way I can admit this.

That's why Cecilia couldn't even hate her parents. Indeed, my father made great mistakes in the past. Still, I was fiercely trying to make amends at all, and I was sure I was loving my family. Neither should my mother, who did not blame him, have been mistaken in the idea of being saved by faith.

I wonder how this happened. I wonder why God didn't help me.

In despair Cecilia thought, and once again its' voice 'echoed in her head.

".................. kuhihi"

Oh, well.

The 'God' I have believed in so far has been a fake.

Naturally there is no such thing as the power to perform miracles on false gods created in the hands of men. How stupid and hilarious I have ever been to become obsessed and believe.

"Kuhihihihihihihihihihihihihihi!!

Funny, funny and I can't stop laughing.

Now I have 'God'. I can hear the voice of 'God'. Oh, what a wonderful thing!

Then we have to tell him now. We need to hear the real 'God' voice right now. Reach out to the stray lambs for the hand of salvation by 'God'.

Still, if there are pagans who have no ears to believe in a false God, I will punish them heavenly.

"Kuhihi, yes. Shall we first let the students who were at school hear the voice of 'God'? Kuhiko, they're human too. If I tell you exactly, you'll believe me. Kuhihihihi, kuhihihihihi!

Cecilia thought and stood up for the wonderful future that is to come.

"Looks like you're in✩a good mood."

and a girl stood with red and black eyes like blood on her burning red hair at the end of her eyes and nose.

Pierce Cecilia's left chest into one thought.

I had a response. There was certainly such a feeling of taking life, like a soul falling out of her flesh.

I beat her. I could have killed him. My spine trembled and my cheeks clung up unexpectedly.

"Kuhi."

And Cecilia opened her mouth and laughed.

"Kuhi-no... yes, it is." God, "Sakura-sama's... If you don't deliver your voice..."

"Become, still move -!?"

is grabbed with both arms by the shin and shoulder.

Shit, it's too late when I think. I can't move into the upset gap, I can't take the knife.

If I don't kill him, I'll have eyes on Cecilia's eyes, trapped in a sense of impatience.

"... even"

I was crying.

Until then the crazy smile was nowhere, just a weak look like a girl everywhere floating around.

"It hurts and it hurts. I'm tired. Believe me, I'm tired."

…………

"So, please. Takeshi."

Plead.

Shaking her shoulders, she appeals to me with the expression of her death.

Maybe. Maybe she was crazy being drunk by impulses she didn't want, like me.

With all the wounds on her heart, she may have broken something important in her because she couldn't stand it anymore.

Such a painfully pleasant stare at Cecilia.

I answer her appeal.

"Yeah, okay"

………… Yes, I do.

"Goodbye."

Pan, and a dry gunshot sounds.

Behind me Jillian shoots through my head, piercing Cecilia's forehead.

The look on his face as if the last fort I believed had collapsed. I'm sure her life was just betrayed.

But so far I guessed, I had no particular emotion. I don't care about the death of a human being other than Rico.

I'm unhappy that I couldn't stab her with my own hands, but I feel sober because I was sick and tired of her persistence.

He opens his eyes and Cecilia's mouth opens with a relieved face.

"What's up, -"

That was the last time.

Dosari, and Cecilia's body fall.

My body never moved anymore.

Needless to say, Cecilia Waitley finally died this day.

- - In the end, Cecilia believed in someone until the end.

That's all she could do.