Suddenly, life feels bleak and my mood is incredibly bad. I look at a group of people chatting happily, enjoying their leisurely lunch break, sipping tea and sharing food from their lunch boxes. "Damn it!" I couldn't help but shout.
"Hmm? How terrifying, that guy..."
"Could there be something wrong with his nerves?"
"Should we inform the teacher..."
Many girls' eyes turn towards me, displaying expressions of fear and trepidation. Not good, I accidentally let this envy-inducing situation cloud my judgment. As I noticed one of the girls trying to sneak away to call the teacher while I was not paying attention, I gave her a stern look and she quickly shrunk back, her face filled with fear.
At this moment, though I stopped that girl from alerting the teacher, I couldn't stop the sweat from pouring down my forehead. This is really bad. Am I going to be labeled as a mentally unstable dangerous person? Maybe I will be taken to the principal's office. That's the lightest punishment; the heaviest might be being sent to a mental hospital.
"I don't want this kind of outcome!" I screamed, burying my head in my hands.
"Yi Yi Yi..." Those girls, terrified, clung to each other, trembling.
"Hey, hey, hey... listen to me... I'm not mentally disturbed."
I tried to explain, taking a step closer, but they took a step back.
"Um... I really am a normal person!"
"Teacher... over there, a male classmate has gone mad, screaming and wailing."
A girl and a teacher appeared not far away.
When did a girl run to call the teacher?
"Classmate... please... please stand still... we won't harm you..."
"Yes... that's right... stand still... the teacher will take you for treatment..."
Two trembling girls, holding each other, said in a shaky voice.
Only fools would stand still. With my already terrible mood and now encountering this, I suddenly felt very angry. I quickly covered my forehead with my arm. Standing still in this situation would only be waiting for death.
A better solution to this trouble is not to patiently explain to them, because explanations will only be seen as cover-ups. It's better to run away.
So I ran, leaving their sight. To prevent them from finding me, I purposely ran to the school yard, a place where it is difficult to be discovered whether hiding or doing bad things.
"They... they shouldn't have caught up..." I panted heavily from the run. I couldn't run any longer; my legs were getting weak. I sat down on the ground.
"So tired..." I admitted. Running is a tiring and useless exercise that only depletes energy, especially for someone like me who dislikes sports.
It feels unusually quiet around me. Except for the sound of my breathing, I can hear the rustling of the wind and the grass.
Listening carefully, I hear a sound that doesn't seem like the rustling of wind and grass, but something unique, like the sound of tearing open a plastic bag.
Of course, it's not strange for someone to be eating pineapple buns here. I originally wanted to ignore it, but suddenly I remembered yesterday, that heart-stopping scene, and my heart tightened. Following the direction of the sound, I ran towards it.
In a more secluded area, there was a girl... Although she looked like a young girl, her body, especially her chest, was surprisingly mature and large.
She rolled up the sleeve of one arm, seemingly very urgent to do something. Her face was pale. When I realized who this girl was and saw her about to inject herself with a syringe filled with some unknown liquid, I couldn't care about anything else and rushed over like an arrow released from a bow.
"What are you doing?" I said while snatching the syringe from her hand.
I looked at the slightly red liquid inside the syringe. Although it's my first time seeing it, I know how terrifying it is.
"Do you realize that taking drugs is a path to self-destruction... Why are you so stubborn?" I couldn't understand it and spoke from my heart. When I lifted my head, a thick wooden stick as thick as an arm came crashing down on my shoulder.
"Ouch..."
"Quickly give it back to me..."
She stretched out her trembling empty hand, with a pale face.
"No... I can't give it to her," I said.
"Give it back to me!"
With all her might, she slammed it onto my shoulder, causing intense pain like my skin was being ripped apart.
"I won't give it!" I fought back as hard as I could.
"Give it back to me!... Give it back to me!... Give it back to me!"
She relentlessly attacked, and with the final blow, the wooden stick broke. Suddenly, I felt a wave of dizziness, and my neck started to throb.
My body collapsed uncontrollably onto the ground.
She effortlessly took the syringe from me and began devouring it like she had found food.
"No... this... can't be..." My consciousness became hazy, and even the commands from my brain gradually failed to execute.
Everything went black before I knew it, and then I didn't know anything anymore.
