Higurashi no Naku Koro ni Omoide
Prologue
Solitude. That is all that I wish for. Being alone isn't that bad, despite the drastic opposite opinion from the public. Love. Friendship. Is it really that pleasant? Well, how would I know? I'm just a worthless pile of shit that can't afford to buy dirt from the ground. That's what they say, tormenting me, ruining every precious second of my life. Even when they're not there, I hear them, jeering, laughing, cursing at me, like vicious animals that sadistically play with their prey before they rip it apart completely. The burgundy hair is stained with fresh crimson blood, while the animals savour the prey's suffering with satisfaction, licking their lips in anticipation for the final moment. Death. Being alone is fun. At least nobody can hurt you if you're alone. All those thoughts flow through my head as I am slammed again and again against the same washed out walls, blood contrasting against my alabaster skin. I simply wish again and again, in my helpless state, that I could just die. Die and never feel anything again.
Hoped you like it. This is only a slow start so far.
