It hurt. It hurt really bad. Kai could feel his guts hanging out of his stomach as he stepped forward to try and reach his classmates, they hurt like acid when he touched them and tried to put them back, however, and he knew that if he removed the knife, he'd be done for.
Why was he even bothering to go there, anyways? There was no way his classmates would help him after what he did…there's no way she would help him.
But…I guess he just didn't want to die alone…huh?
Dying alone, throw away like garbage to root without a single person who's there to tell him he'll be missed…such fate was the worst kind.
And sadly, that was the truth for that wicked soul.
He could hear the voices of his classmates in the distance, but his knees were shaking, he could feel his blood running cold and his vision start to darken. He was lightheaded. Couldn't think. Couldn't make out how far they were but he had to keep going. He had to reach them. Even if they wouldn't accept him.
But why? Why wouldn't they accept him? That's right…he was an asshole. He was a cunt to them since the very first day…
…
…'since the very first day'…
…is that right?...
…had he really been bad…since the first day?
…
…no…
Kai couldn't remember it, no matter how much he tried, or maybe he just didn't want to remember it…but now…in this moment of weakness, humiliation, and pure regret, he could. They say your life goes by your eyes on your very last moments…and Kai could finally remember it, after all these years, when he, as a person, started going downhill.