The colour to end my nightmare

Red

Sometimes I really don't see the point of me being in class, the work is to easy I mean I did photosynthesis when I was five. This teacher is explaining this very inefficiently even I could teach this better than him. That's if, people weren't afraid of me. Sure, I do like messing with people but I'm not evil. I guess people are never gonna understand that.

Looks like it's going to be another boring day.

( time skip to the end of the lesson)

And 5,4,3,2,1
Ring

Finally, that was probably more boring than learning quadratics. Time for my least favourite time of the day, lunch.

As I walk down the hall I can practically hear their conversations about me. It's almost like when I appear, they stop what they're doing and start to speculate about me. It's frustrating. I'm not a threat.

I can almost feel their glares piercing my skin. You know, the kind that say 'look at him, do you think he hurt someone, should we stay away' and the thing is I can tell their thinking this and that is what hurts. You'd think the scariest guy in school wouldn't be bothered by looks like this but you would be wrong. This 'persona' that my classmates have created, it's not me I'm nothing like that. But, not even my parents believe that, they are afraid of me too.

Ever since birth me or my parents were told that natural red hair and red eyes were a bad omen that it had something to do with demons and I would bring bad luck to the family. I heard that my whole life growing up; my relatives always said I was so smart but they ended up blaming it on the fact that I was being helped by a demon so I could destroy the Akabane name.

There is no escape from this, it's a living nightmare. When will it end?  When will I be free?

W H E N   C A N   I   D I E

the answer...

Not soon enough.