September 16 20XX
The loud sound of my alarm clock woke me up.
“Morning already? Why is it that when you have a good night sleep, morning comes quicker?”
I’m still quite drowsy since I didn’t get much sleep last night… While walking out of my room, I could already hear the loud noises coming out from the television.
I saw my mom making breakfast for me and my little sister. Everything feels good but I feel unhappy.
“Breaking News! A high school student jumped from the rooftop of a hospital building. According to the Police, this student is a patient in that hospital, where the accident occurred, and we have more information about this student, he was also one of the victims of a recent school fire accid-“
I quickly put on my school uniform and skipped breakfast. When I came out of our house, I saw our neighbor talking to another neighbor next to them. They are talking about the news this morning.
While walking and taking the route to my school, I suddenly remembered a
previous incident that happened to my new friend. I paused on the road for a moment then continued to walk, remembering that tragic situation makes me want to hang myself on a rope.
As I enter the school gate, I felt a liquid dripping on my face.
“Is it raining?” I looked up and noticed. No, it isn’t rain, its…
“I’m crying?” while figuring out why, I felt remorse.
I quickly ran and searched for a place where no can see me, I found an abandoned storage room. I looked around, making sure that no one saw me. Without a second thought, I entered the room.
I tried to find a chair where I could sit but there’s not even a single thing here other than a filthy smell. I ignored the filthy smell as I sat in the corner and continued to cry, as if the world were about to collapse. I had completely forgotten the whole class.
I’m just wasting my time here doing nothing but cry. While waiting for the class to end. I didn’t realize that I had fallen asleep until the sound of the bell woke me up. I heard other students going home, so I quickly got up and went home too.
While walking home, I whispered to myself,
“To end this miserable life, full of sorrow and regrets, I should end myself first. I don’t have the privilege to live because I kil-killed my own friend.”
But I do or do not want to die.
I’ve made a decision. I’ll continue this suffering, suffering that I made.
2 months ago.
End of Prologue.
