Prologue
Issho Ni

I'm heading a bit far from home. I'm in search of a place where furendos, friends, exist. Some place where rabu is true.. where love wins, kazoku or kurasshu. Family is important, but learning to crush, and be crushed, is just as important. Rabu makes the world go 'round, in my eyes. If the love is in your best friend- your shin'yu, your boyfriend or girlfriend, or boifurendo or garufurendo.
But, though my heart longs for rabu, and acceptance, itami and kodoku na fills my heart. When you're bullied to the point that pain and loneliness is all you can feel... The world becomes a dark, sad place. There's a constant shado over your world, you no longer feel as though you belong. In truth? You don't. Some people can cope with the kanashimi, but others, they break- they kakusu. They hide to the point that, their insides break down. The need to keep yourself together vanishes, and you're a walking, heartless corpse.
I don't want to live like that. I want to feel the jonetsu, the passion, of the world. I want to love, and be loved back. When you know only hate... the zoo takes over, and you're rosuto to the point you can't ever be found again... or so you think. I believe that my reason in life... is to prove to people that you can be found. That there's always someone, somewhere in the world, ready to help you, ready to save you.
The apathy in the world is growing more and more powerful, everyday. But, we can't let it take over. We must remain hopeful in this world, and helpful to those who need it now, and those who need it later. But words are easier said than done, acting upon your promises is twice as hard.
I'm Cayla Callalori of Plymouth, Massachusetts. I'm heading in search for true happiness. I'm heading to Japan, where I'll be a freshman at high school.
You may be wondering... why are you running? You're the one who said to find passion in the world- shouldn't that start at home? It should, definetly should start in your own backyard. But I've grown sick and tired of the bullying, the emptiness, the sadness, the pain.. I know that it'll follow me everywhere... But I'm giving up. I'm starting a new. What better way than to head to the other half of the world? Japan's thirteen hours ahead of us, and their school year starts in the Spring, so I'll be switching from one school to the next, without a break in between.
Things will be different... I know that. I'm ready to embrace that, with open arms... I just need to get out of America. All of America is the same... Leaving Plymouth, leaving Massachusetts, it just wouldn't suffice...
My parents are mad, but they pushed me to this. They didn't help, they only made the situation worse. My inner itami, inner pain, grows deeper in my barely beating hato. Burokun, I'm better of dead... I'm wishing for my demise... I fear that that is sooner than my revival.

Sore wa watashi kara iku baai o totte, kakaru wareware no ue.
Issho ni kurushimu mi masho u.

It goes from me, passes through you, takes over us.
Let's suffer together.