It was an ordinary day, getting ready for school after a long winter, there was a guy, with a black mask, he kidnapped me and A-chan, we were thrown at the Honshu island, we were caught by the Japanese sea guards, the news began to flash... it was like.. my identity was stolen by my brother.. I think he stabbed me and A-chan 20 times, but the sea guards never came for us.. my brother was arrested for admitted murder and sexual assault.. we were down, down to the Sea of Japan, we were never found, my mom cried after hearing the news, the end of my life that I have to suffer, never going to school, never feeling anything and everything wrong with my brother... this is why murder shouldn't exist, rape, abuse etc, anything ruining your life doesn't help it, it makes it worse.. try helping yourself with the memories you have, I am dead, crucified and gone. Good luck everyone, don't forget about me and A-chan...