The Perception

The Target

I wandered about on the empty roads, with very few people coming into my sight. I had a feeling as if...... I was being followed.

But I just did not have the desire or the energy to look back and investigate, I wanted to end this all here, right now.

I was slouching as I continued to walk in a slow, depressed manner, and ultimately reached school, the place, where my life changed, where I met those people I love the most.

"I can't tell this to anyone.... not even Shu, Daigo, Valt or Rantaro" I continued to murmur. "Anyways, I have a feeling that the end is really soon, then why not end this right now?"

I took out the swiss knife I had in my pocket, I carried it, especially today. A deafening sound of the metal was heard after sometime, which made me shiver up. I was holding on the large cut I just made on my left wrist. As I was walking, I could see, through the corner of my eyes, the vivid view of the crimson blood drop on the floor, slowly but steadily.

"It's better I end it this way... Only God knows what will happen to me later on... What he will do with me... Why does anyone even want to kill me? What have I even done?"

My hands were shaking, trembling from the thoughts that were haunting my inner soul. I slowly placed my injured arm up to stroke my hair. That crimson blood.... scattered on my golden hair...

"I can't risk the lives of any of you" I cried as I kept walking. It's completely secluded here now. "You guys have meant everything to me. I never had my parents close to me, you guys never let me remember that. I have now slowly overcome my pride and caring for other people. Most importantly, You all taught me how to love...." I choked in the last part of the sentence.

"I guess this is my punishment for being such a jerk" I bit my lower lip in remorse. I continued my way to the school premises. The surroundings grew cold and the air seems a bit dry. My throat felt dry too. The building seems dusty and the paint seems to fade away.

I'm talking about the elementary school building, which is now abandoned. Several vandals seemed to have wrecked this place and drew lots of graffitis on the wall. Some of them are cursed words while some others wrote some unknown ritual.

My blue eyes stared at the last few rays of the sun, which scattered its gracious light on my golden hair which is now stained with blood. Tears rolled down my soft skin. "I feel as though the light of my life is slowly dimmed... now" I snorted, "I feel so numb."

"Hey little guy" I heard a voice, a rather cold one. I could feel a sharp and cold object placed at my nape. So I wasn't wrong. This was the feeling... The feeling of being watched.

I wanted to turn around, desperately. But I knew what would happen if I did so. I clenched my fists hard, with more blood dripping on the cemented floor from my injured wrist. I was nervous... Yes, I was, but I can never show it, especially to my murderer. "So that's why it felt so odd, huh?" I murmured to myself.