Another Arcadia Online

One day, I went to the convenience store.

I came to buy a drink, but I regretted it.

"Yes? You got a nostalgic face, huh?

And there's a man who came in.

An active handsome person with brown hair and high height. I don't like that person.

Harada, kun.

"Oh? Look. There's no polishing on the skunk while you're at it. You don't like daughter-in-law. If you don't have a boyfriend, I'm gonna make you feel sorry for you."

Harada, the man called, was also Ten Himself, who was annoying me.

The moment I see my face, I bring back painful memories of the past....... Hard. No. I want to run. Let's get out of here. I don't want to be bullied anymore.

"What the... what the hell are you running from? Let's do some memorabilia, huh?

And they pulled my clothes.

I want to run. No.

"I'm sorry."

I, swinging away, run at full speed.

I want to go as far as I can. I want Pearl State to help me. I run desperately far with my thoughts mixed up in a mess.

I was out of breath, and by the time I stopped, there was no one else.

... My left wrist hurts.

Go home and go back to your room.

I wore gear and logged into A2O.

"Yikes. Mikey."

"Ugh, yeah."

Say hello to Erru.

... I want my left wrist, even if I log into the game. I don't know, this pain. Is he suffering from phantom limb pain? Did the old wound open?

………… I don't feel good.

"Sorry. Erlu. You're falling because you're feeling a little sick."

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Take care?

Log out smiling and waving.

Today, I'm kind of not in the mood. Is it because I am tired? Or is it the sexuality of the unpleasant memories of the past? I'm sure, both.

A memory you want to forget is something that triggers.

I guess reuniting with Harada triggered my unpleasant memories.

"... does this wound hurt?"

I fell asleep, suppressing my left arm.

This wound of mine is a testament to my attempted suicide.

It was hard. It became human disbelief. There was no one to believe but Pearl. They also told me to work hard when I don't want to go to school and I don't want to go to my parents.

I was trying, but I wondered, "Come on."

I've been trying. But he said, "Come on."

I wonder if that triggered it. I cut my left wrist with a cutter knife.

I didn't die. I had no knowledge and I thought this would kill me.

My parents were crying. I was wondering if you pushed me that far.

Mother couldn't do anything for a while. Your father, too, is out of control of his job. I blamed myself for it.

I wonder why this happened. When I was in elementary school I thought.

Bullying continued even as I entered secondary school.

The contents of bullying escalate as you grow up. At first it could be hiding things or rambling. but he gradually started beating me up or if, and sometimes he was locked up in the sentence.

And again, I was determined to die.

He jumped off the bridge into the river and tried to die.

I hear that water death doesn't die easily. I knew it was going to die bitterly. But if you're going to die, that's fine.

I thought so, I jumped in.

But it ended in failure.

Also, my parents cried. Beautiful bells cried too.

I also came to pay my respects to you, but I only stumbled upon you. He's a scumbag. Because you knew there was bullying, and you never stopped it.

Mother appealed to the Board of Education, where she was reassigned, and the bullies were transferred to school. The mothers of the bullies came to apologize, and they got the compensation. But my wounds never healed.

All from those Haradas bullies, I think my life is crazy.

I want to forget. That memory.