"You damned child! Look at me when I'm talking to you! This is a lesson you need to know!"
The voice of an angry man rang in my ears...
"Father, ask the Professor, I promise it was just a mistak-"
I'm arguing with somebody... my father...?
"Mistakes get fixed in less than three days, Mizuki!"
He's yelling again...
I wish he'd stop...
something hurts, but I can't seem to figure out what...
"Father, he's been sick recently! I-"
"You have no reason to be shouting at your father, Mizuki."
The voice of a woman... perhaps my mother...?
"Mother, please, listen to me! My grade isn't dropping he just entered it wrong!"
"Don't lie to us, Mizuki. We haven't seen you working on anything recently. It makes sense that your grades have dropped."
Her voice is quieter, but that only makes her words worse...
Her tone... it's so disappointing and condescending...
I hate it.
I hate her.
I hate him.
Why won't they listen?
Why can't I make them listen?
Why are they so violent?
Why does everything hurt?
I want them to feel this way.
I want them to know my pain.
I want them to know all the physical pain.
I want them to know the psychological pain.
The screaming, the yelling, the fear, the stinging, the punching, the trembling, the tears, the sobs, the demands -
They will know.
I'll make them know.
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Science FictionWithin the city of Noviri, there are three types of people. The normal, who go about their day as is expected, are the most common. However, under the surface, is an agency made solely to bring about justice and keep order, no matter the cost. They...
