They stare at me as if I were something else.
The day turned a bit dark; the air felt heavy. Something was wrong — Adam could feel it. Dread was coming. My arms folded over the back of the chair, fingers worrying the seam as if the thread could tell me what came next. A bell sounded somewhere — clean, thin, meaningless. The sound of a ticking clock echoed, though there was nothing to mark the time. People smiled at me with impossibly wide laughs. I was confused. I don't understand how humans can have that kind of emotion.
It made me wonder. "Hey, Eifer… If I were you, I would confess. Maybe just talk to her silently. Holding that in will leave a hole in your chest." I smiled. "Maybe you'll regret it… before it's too late."
"Worry about that yourself," he said.
The boy stood up. The shadow of darkness loomed over the whole room.
Trottel looked at me, smiling but cautious — he didn't want to get grabbed again. "Hey, Adam… how about we talk?" He knelt, mocking me close. "Just one punch and you'll be expelled. Maybe… come on. Do it."
What is wrong with this guy? Does he think I'm—? As he slapped me in the face, a rush of sound came through. This guy... that doesn't mean that if I'm below the law it makes him above it. It annoyed me, but I stayed silent.
They laughed at me. What even is this? They took pictures. I just don't understand; this isn't what a normal person should be. Are they demons? Shouldn't we care for each other?
Wait a minute... Am i being manipulated...
Or maybe I'm overly judgmental. What's happening to their eyes? I hate it.
"What was that girl again?"
As people entered the room, someone splashed water on my face. A mole looked out the window at me with sadness; then was the bald boy. "Look at this," he said, showing a certification paper proving he was involved in the tryouts.
Breakdancing...
"Hahah… I did it, and you got rejected."
This isn't how it's supposed to be. This feels fabricated. I stood up. "What even is happening?"
They laughed. "Oh you know…" A person tried to kick me; I dodged. Another tried to grab my arm; I hit them at the back of the head — careful not to injure them. Suddenly…
I was hit in the head with a chair, fell to the ground, and coughed. My head was dizzy; everything pixelated and went black. I was pushed and kicked by dozens of students.
My clothes were tarnished and dirty. Bruises dotted my skin. My stomach grumbled; I felt like I was going to puke. Huffing and puffing, my eyes were tired and dizzy.
Trottel looked at me with a crazed look. "Now… who is more intelligent, Adam?"
A moment of silence. He tried to grab my neck; I pushed him off. Another person tackled me — I kicked him in the face. Someone threw a punch; I uppercut him, knocking him out.
"I heard your only friend over there… got his family in a car crash. Fricking loser."
What does he mean? Mai… I looked at Eifer standing beside them, silent and looking away, unable to say anything. I thought about it. It's weak. How weak.
If you truly did loved someone then you have to show them that you care...
I tried to walk away as people crowded around me. They threw chairs, cups, cards, books, and lunch boxes — anything they could. Knowing they couldn't touch me, they started throwing things instead.
Someone tried to tackle me; I grasping and pushed him to the ground
[Cmon adam... Kill everyone... This pointless world... This suffering... Its so pointless]
Shut up... I dont even know what your talking about.
and left the classroom, tired, bloodied, and broken. I'm not righteous. I never was. How can I be so stupid to think everything was alright?
I'm not good. I never was. Huffing and puffing, injured but still walking the streets, I watched large arms flood the city, warping and moving like tissue.
Hundreds of monsters appeared in the city, destroying buildings. The ground shook; things fell and broke. Water sprayed into the air. The moon became a red-black eye; the sky turned dark red and black.
Sigh. I ran toward the road to find someone. Running miles, a large eye-monster turned into a mouth and tried to eat me. I ran like a marathoner, terrified.
Running like a normal person. If I had my abilities, I could have crossed that place in seconds. A tendril the size of a car whipped crushing me; it almost knocked me out. I fell to the ground and was squeezed by flesh.
Am I going to die? What happens if I die? I crawled on the ground as sirens wailed across the city. Zombie-like monsters, flies, and abominations of people swarmed.
I'd rather save someone than give up. I grabbed a pole, limping and jumping as I ran toward the city. An old man with a rifle shouted, "Come on, kid, run!"
Dammit, an old man. He slowly grabbed a fire explosive and shot it near him. He tried to run with his truck, distracting the monsters and giving Adam a chance to escape. I saw the apartment and took off my white uniform jacket.
I slowly climbed the stairs and knocked on the door. "C'mon Mai, open the door, please," but it was quiet.
If you truly loved someone, then you have to show a certain change in their life to make them know. A large, old monster — its head half-turned, wearing a leather jacket, its arm a razor-like mass of human flesh, its mouth as wide as a sack — ran toward me.
Dammit. It charged. Suddenly the schizo guy stuck a plow into the monster. "C'mon Adam, hide." I hesitated, then punched the door, trying to break it open...
Bursting through the door, running and limping like a maniac, I looked everywhere in the unknown house. The environment turned bloody; the floor was filthy, the floormat torn, and the window drapes slashed.
Everything was pixelated and gray — darker than black, yet still visible. I searched every corner, hoping I wasn't too late. People, when they're at their darkest times, need someone. They can't go through it alone.Why didn't I know…
I tried to calm myself down, reminding myself it was just a dream. The bathroom was filled with streaks of blood; the sink reeked of food and garbage. Yeast and fungi had taken over — food always decays after a few days.
I kept searching, looking through the rooms, ramming each door open.
…Silence…
I kneeled down — blank, tired. I'd failed.And what I saw was something…
A rope hanging.Something.
My eyes saw a person dreaming on their bed — but I wasn't there. Then suddenly, I was back again.
It's too late.The room was dark.I hate the dark.It's only bearable when someone's with you — otherwise, your thoughts become louder, sharper, intrusive.
I was confused.What's happening?I've failed.The pain sank deeper as I looked down. The back door let in a thin light — the only light in the room — casting the shadow of something across the bed.
I am tired... And i wanted to sleep, im to bloodied... I feel like something is watching me... Yet there arent any people... Nor monsters... Only me
Was this really suffering…?