About

I wasted a whole year being beaten and bullied to death at my previous school. I managed to convince my parents, who knew nothing of the incident, to let me start my second year at a new school. New students, new teachers—I had no one to lean on, but even that felt good. But the joy was short-lived. Rumors spread everywhere like smoke. “I heard the transfer student was an outcast at his old school.” “Isn't he kind of... dirty? Does he not get taken care of at home?” “Whatever, he probably doesn't even have parents lol.” I would have preferred pity. What is this? Nothing has changed. Dirty, annoying, eyesore—his very existence is disgusting. My second year, which had been full of hope, was stained black once again. Every single day was a repetition of getting hit and cursed at. Exhausted in body and mind, I felt like I might die at any moment. I shouldn't be like this; I should at least love myself. The view is nice. I didn't know because I'd never been here before. I'm glad my end is such a beautiful sight. One step, two steps... Then— **Thud—!!**