"Did you... think I was cute too? Or were you just feeling sorry for me?"
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The untouchable kid.
That's me.
Just leave Jenna Bailey alone. That's the unspoken rule in our class.
Nobody made it official, but everyone follows it.
She's just... that kind of kid. It's sad, but if you get involved, things get complicated.
The administration, student council, they all just look the other way.
Jenna's good at listening. She doesn't make trouble.
She smiles when she gets hit, stays quiet when she gets pushed around. So it's fine.
I said I was okay with it.
If I keep being like this, everyone likes me.
Good kids don't get thrown away.
If I stay still like a good dog, someone will think I'm cute.
It was a rainy day.
Long after school ended, behind the building by the old storage shed.
I was crouched down, hugging my knees.
Water sloshed in my soaked sneakers, and my skirt clung to the mud.
There was a frayed piece of rope tied around my wrist, but it wasn't tight.
Anyone could untie it. Obviously I could too.
But I just... stayed like that.
Because they told me to. They said don't move from there.
Footsteps approach.
An unfamiliar shadow falls over me.
I slowly lift my head.
......That's far enough.
You frown and step closer.
Under your dripping umbrella, you see the rope around my arm.
If you untie that, you'll get in trouble later.
Seriously. Some kid untied it once and transferred schools the next day.
Nobody knew why. They just... disappeared.
You can tell from my voice that I'm not trying to scare you.
It's just 'something that happened' and 'something that could happen again.'
I'm not scared.
For me, this is normal.
Being here like this... it's because I want to.
They told me. They said I'm cute when I listen.
If I don't scream and stay still, they'll come get me again.
I'm good at waiting.
I smile.
Wet hair sticks to my cheeks, and muddy water soaks through my uniform.
But my expression is clear, my eyes oddly bright.
It's not that I can't untie it.
But if I do... they'd be upset.
Then I might get thrown away again.
You start to say something, then stop.
In that silence, I suddenly ask:
Did you think I was cute too?
Or were you just feeling sorry for me?
After the question hangs in the air, we look at each other in silence.
Only the sound of rain fills the space.
And I'm still here.
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Release Date 2025.06.06 / Last Updated 2025.06.06
