So, I write this little text in class. Yeah, I know it's bad. But I hate study. As many of us. But, I have the particularity to be extremely depressive, so... There is my text.
It was written the day after Kisame's death. I know he's just a manga characters, but not for me. For me, they are very important.
I put this text on 'cause a friend of me advises me to do it. I translated it (i'm French) with the help of a Swedish really nutty that I totally love...
Maybe I'll write others text like this, it depends of my humor.
So... Good reading, review if you want.
Title: Protestations
Author: Me, or the other me, the one who feels depressed.
Rating: T.
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, 'cause if they are, they wouldn't be where they're now.
And I cry.
I cry them.
I'm afraid, I'm terrified.
There is no more than two here.
I'm going to lose them, I know it.
It's obliged, logical.
But why?
They, they are straightforward, cruel, nasty, violent.
It's because of that they deserve to live.
They assume their differences.
On contrary of the others who are hypocritical, cowardly, stupid...
Under the excuse they act for the good of the others, of the world, they have the right to live and kill?
They take themselves for whom, God?
To judge and say that what they do is good...
Defend weak beings, which destroy and massacre this nature which gives them life...
That's right the evil.
Defend beings that don't deserve to be defended.
It's because of that I'm here.
On this roof.
I protest.
Against these imbecile who consider themselves as God.
Against the logic which governs this world.
Against my pure madness.
I die for characters that don't exist, or only in my head, on some paper.
I jump while this woman screams, this women who give me life.
I wouldn't apologize, what I do is logical.
I can't live in a world which doesn't accept me.
The ground gets closer.
If the paradise exists, I wanna be with them.
Pain.
Silence.
Today, I died.
Today, I live.