Just how I thought Saya might have felt when she spent her time alone on the beach.
Blood-C
It hurts. The pain has immobilized me. I already took the bullet out from my eye. But, the wound still bleeds profusely.
It's so quiet now.
I lay on my side, the water lapping at my feet. The sand pushes into my back and shoulders. The people are all dead, killed by the old ones.
In the end, I couldn't protect anyone.
Who did I promise that too? Who was it that made me promise to protect the people I cared about.
Him.
Fumito Nanahara. That bastard of a man. He's not a man at all.
The loser gets punishment. The winner gets reward.
The sun has gone down, and I'm drowned in my own thoughts.
How could he deceive me? I am powerful. Cunning.
So how was I out witted? Those drugs. The coffie. The Guimauve. I was a fool; I submitted to such things. I should feel nothing. Just hatred. But I can't.
A tear slips out of my other eye. It rolls over my nose and down into the sand leaving a small wet mark.
Tadayoshi. Yūka. Nono. Nene. Itsuki. Shinichirō. Kanako.
Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.
Why do I care. They were never really my friends. They never really cared about me.
I turn my head to face the bright stars.
But Tadayoshi. He was so close to a father. He loved me as one. He cared about me.
And Itsuki. He tried to save me. He died so I could live on.
Everyone else...But it feels just the same.
I have nothing to cling to. I feel weak. I need something. Anything. I need-
Revenge.
Days have passed, and now I push myself off the ground. The sun pushes down on my head, and blood still seeps from my wound. But, like this hurt in my heart, I know it will heal.
I rip off a piece of fabric from my school uniform, and tie it around my eye.
Fumito Nanahara.
You will ask for death when I am done with you.
Nobody hurts me.
I look onward, over the outstreach of ocean.
Nobody.