Everyone in Class 3-F has something in common but they have yet to realize what it is. For some reason, a force in the universe has sought out to punish these students in any way possible. Touma is a girl who wants to end her life desperately, howev...
This story I'm about to share with you has not been told to anyone else.
You see after my first couple of suicide attempts I realized that I needed help.
Not psychological "help", more like assisted suicide "help"
It was on the internet where I found people like me.
People who wanted to die.
Netto Shinju.
7 months earlier.
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In a fast and timely manner, we all decided to meet at a designated time and place that was convenient for all of us. Not that what we were previously doing mattered because eventually, we all figured we'd be dead anyway. Meeting at a certain location meant that I had to do some traveling before I would be able to meet up with my online acquaintances. The meet up day was on a Saturday, so I came up with a lie telling my parents I was going to go job hunting in a nearby town, took the money they'd loaned me and headed to the train station.
However, I was shocked to find that a delay had occurred something that is quite unusual. There was only one reason and one reason only that they would delay on such a busy day. Of course, the reason given was euphemistically labeled a "bodily obstruction". So I had to wait a half an hour for my train to arrive. I remember thinking how the suicide of someone else would affect the delay of my own. While train hopping is effective I hesitated to try it for myself for two reasons. First, the publicity I would receive for doing something so horrendous in front of so many people. Imagine it. What would you do if your train was pulling into the station and a girl jumped in front of it at the last second? The impact of her body hitting the glass and eventually BLAM you see something that you can't unsee. Would you be able to go to work after experiencing that? Not to mention the conductors' reaction? Would he be able to conduct the train the next day? Secondly, the financial burden it would cause my parents. At the end of the day, train stations are a business that a lot of people rely on. If I were to cause a delay they would sue my parents for every ticket that could've been sold during the delay. I would be a burden on them even in death. Oh yeah, and a failed attempt would be painful without any benefits.
When the train had finally arrived a felt a sense of nervousness. I was going to go meet some people who I have only known on the internet. Meeting new people for me is so nerve racking. But I quickly pushed those thoughts to the back of my head and hopped aboard. Hopefully, this would be the last time I saw this miserable town of mine. I took one last look at the platform before the train doors closed.
Osaka.
That was my destination. Where I would meet my acquaintances and where I thought I was going to die. As instructed we each had a particular dress code we each had to follow to find each other. We each had to wear the at least one of the following things
A green shirt
A striped shirt
A hat with English letters on it
I chose to wear a striped sweater. It was my least favorite thing in my wardrobe so I didn't mind dying in it. A normal person would want to die in their best clothes as the phrase goes. I didn't mind being caught dead in anything so long as I was actually caught dead. I'm a weird person. I searched for anyone in those three items. Honestly, the dress code was an excellent idea that way I wouldn't have to run the risk of meeting a weird person in a trench coat. Perforating through the many people at this very busy train station was a hassle but eventually, I made my way to the meetup spot. A bakery inside the train station.
Lemon Bread.
500 yen.
I treated myself to the almost hour train ride to Osaka. I couldn't die on an empty stomach I thought to myself. You actually can though, it's called starvation. The lemon bread was so sweet and the yellow texture gave it that aesthetic that made it even sweeter. It was only when I was halfway through that I heard someone call me by my online persona.
"Tsubasa?"
I turned around to see a young man. He couldn't have been more than 5 years older than me and he was wearing a hat that had the English word "UNITY".
Judging by his appearance this had to be Jiro.
"Are you Jiro?" I asked.
"Yes I am so I guess you are Tsubasa." He said. He gave me a smile and bowed.
