A child still grabbing her sister's wrist opened her mouth with pleasure.

"Haha, that's abusive!

Your sister, she's abusive!

And just now, a child broken the bone of his neck by his sister, without falling down, stayed, standing, but the broken neck remained bent in an improbable direction, he said.

"Yeah, I'm surprised about that now. And it hurt a little."

I thought I said that, and now I went on inadvertently.

"Your sister is sweet. I like your brother, so I'm sure you love him, so you can do this without hesitation.

It's amazing how much you like it. Your sister's love is amazing.

That important about your brother?

Do you love us as much as you don't hesitate to seal our mouths?

And, yeah, you're nice to us, too. "

"Yeah, yeah, really sweet"

To my sister, who mercilessly broke her neck bone, the children said that.

What do you think, I very much doubt that my sister's rating for doing that will be [kind].

"You're not going to turn us off. Your brother at home was destroyed."

Oh, I see. Is that what you mean?

"You're a really sweet, good sister."

The kids said to me, and now they're looking at me at the same time.

"Your brother is, after all, cunning. I have such a sweet sister, and a lot of fathers, mothers, grandparents, and friends, and those people treat me like I love them. Loved.

Very, very clever.

Even we wanted to be loved by our fathers, our mothers, our grandparents, and we wanted to be treated as if we loved them.

I wanted a friend. But I wasn't allowed.

Because we were inferior. Because I couldn't be the same. "

………… So you want me to feel painful?

So, finally, I pinched my mouth.

"That's right. It's unacceptable to make it seem like fun.

The truth is, I want you to disappear right out of our sight, but your sister will get in the way of it.

Then I knew I had to make you suffer. "

"... from earlier, I thought. Who wouldn't allow that?

Whose permission do you have here to make it look fun?

The children looked at each other.

Eventually, I said this with a different tone.

"" "Everybody" "

I saw my sister.

My sister was rubbing one toe gritty on the ground in silence.

Run, there's no signal, either.

So I say back to the kids.

"Who's everybody?

"Everybody, everybody.

Everyone here thinks your brother should be unhappy. He thinks we should be aware of it, suffer and cry. "

confidently said the child.

Apparently, [everyone] here doesn't like me.

It's okay.

Where I was hated by beings I didn't even know well, that's what I don't think.

Or even if the person you've lived with hated from the start tells you to be aware because everyone hates you.

I saw my sister.

My sister grinned viciously and pinched her mouth.

"I am, you're sweet.

Well, I don't deny it because the only interpretation is the number of people. "

I said, ton, and I tapped the ground lightly with my fingertips that were grinding.

Then, this time, the soil pierced the children in the shape of a cone with the dull sound of Don.

"Wow."

I can't forgive you.

My voice leaked out. It doesn't matter to me, my sister continued.

"But you're sorry you have permission to have fun. Not to mention how flat it is to be forced to do that.

Responsible, you decide for yourself "

The last word, at best, seems to have just grumbled.

Then looking back at me, my sister screamed briefly.

"Run!!

As my sister held her finger, I said.

Like I was told, I ran out.

I think I ran pretty fast.

But my sister was just a little late and caught up with me right away.

Apparently, I could shake off the hand of the kid who was grabbing my wrist.

"You, feet, faster?

"Really?"

As my sister listens, I check the rear.

And I answered.

"Was this what it was?

"Come on?"

I can't help but feel unconscious when asked.

And I saw my sister walking with me as chilli, and my eyes met.

"What?"

My sister asked.

"Sister, do you like me?

"You know, you don't have to be shy to ask me that."

My sister was frightened.

"No, if you do, I'm going to say 'thank you'"

At least, if you were a normal person, you probably wouldn't want to get your hands dirty for the one you hate, even if it's a ghost.

In that sense, you should be grateful.

"... then you're welcome and I'll give it back"