Their laughter cuts through me. They're laughing at me, at the way they defeated me. How dare they.
Just minutes ago I was in battle. I was beating down that annoying pre-schooler they call Tyson. He and his dragoon had no where to run, no way to defend. How did it end up like this? His friends. Only the weak need teammates, need friends. Teammates hide weaknesses. How could I lose? That tiny kid, I don't even know his name, yelled at my opponent a strategy, a way to defeat me.
Their cheering, I almost forgot about their cheering. All through that damn match they cheered for that pre-schooler, even when he was losing. Why did they keep encouraging him? It looked impossible for him to come back. No one does that, they only stick by you when you're winning, when they have something to gain. What kind of people are they?
He cheated, he must have. That's the only answer. Their laughter tears at my very soul. He cheated, he cheated. He must have cheated. They have stopped laughing. But what comes next is even worse.
They talk about the match, how Tyson came back. He cheated, he cheated, there's no other way. They praise him for coming above me. He cheated, he cheated. Can't they see that? I'm on my knees, I can't see them. I have fallen from battle, crawling on my hands and knees like a common dog. He cheated, he must have cheated.
They're laughing again. They're so cruel. He cheated. Did my friends betray me and help him? No. I have no friends. No one in the world. I don't need friends. Maybe... NO! I DON'T NEED FRIENDS! I rely on myself, only myself. I can't rely on anyone else, trust no one else. They'll betray me. That's what friends really are, humans at the phase before betrayal. I don't need friends. He cheated.
What, what's he doing? He's walking over? To rub it in, no doubt. Cruel, cruel boy. He's stopped, I wait for the final blows. I wait... I wait... I look up. His hand is outstretched. What's he doing? Is he trying to humiliate me once again. He cheated, he cheated, he will try to abash me again. I faintly hear words, what he's saying. Good battle? Yes, for him it was. He cheated, he won. Learned a lot? He doesn't make any sense. Nothing about him makes any sense to me. Let him help me up? Why would he do something like that? He's only luring me into some trap, don't trust, don't trust him. Just leave me alone! I want to scream at him. He's only trying to rub it in. Leave me alone! You won, I lost! You cheated. He stands there waiting. The others, his friends, watch expectantly. Let him help me? I DON'T NEED HIS HELP! I DON'T NEED ANYONE'S HELP. Tears are rolling down my cheeks. I can't remember the last time I cried. I don't cry. I DON'T CRY! He's looking at me funny. Probably wondering why I'm lowering myself to crying. DAMN TEARS! He says something about wanting to be my friend. Friend. I don't need any friends. Friends are for the weak. I lost. I lost. Does that make me weak? No. I'm not weak. He only beat me because he cheated. That damned boy is still standing there. He won't leave. He repeats, let him help me up. This time, I answer.
"Just leave me alone." I mutter. He looks taken aback. I repeat my words. One of the other boys calls him back over. They start laughing again. They leave me to my misery. They leave me, the ones who wanted to be my friends. I don't need friends, I don't need help. He cheated, he must have to beat me. He cheated. There laughter cuts through me, jagged and painful. It rips my very soul. Damn them.
Just minutes ago I was in battle. I was beating down that annoying pre-schooler they call Tyson. He and his dragoon had no where to run, no way to defend. How did it end up like this? His friends. Only the weak need teammates, need friends. Teammates hide weaknesses. How could I lose? That tiny kid, I don't even know his name, yelled at my opponent a strategy, a way to defeat me.
Their cheering, I almost forgot about their cheering. All through that damn match they cheered for that pre-schooler, even when he was losing. Why did they keep encouraging him? It looked impossible for him to come back. No one does that, they only stick by you when you're winning, when they have something to gain. What kind of people are they?
He cheated, he must have. That's the only answer. Their laughter tears at my very soul. He cheated, he cheated. He must have cheated. They have stopped laughing. But what comes next is even worse.
They talk about the match, how Tyson came back. He cheated, he cheated, there's no other way. They praise him for coming above me. He cheated, he cheated. Can't they see that? I'm on my knees, I can't see them. I have fallen from battle, crawling on my hands and knees like a common dog. He cheated, he must have cheated.
They're laughing again. They're so cruel. He cheated. Did my friends betray me and help him? No. I have no friends. No one in the world. I don't need friends. Maybe... NO! I DON'T NEED FRIENDS! I rely on myself, only myself. I can't rely on anyone else, trust no one else. They'll betray me. That's what friends really are, humans at the phase before betrayal. I don't need friends. He cheated.
What, what's he doing? He's walking over? To rub it in, no doubt. Cruel, cruel boy. He's stopped, I wait for the final blows. I wait... I wait... I look up. His hand is outstretched. What's he doing? Is he trying to humiliate me once again. He cheated, he cheated, he will try to abash me again. I faintly hear words, what he's saying. Good battle? Yes, for him it was. He cheated, he won. Learned a lot? He doesn't make any sense. Nothing about him makes any sense to me. Let him help me up? Why would he do something like that? He's only luring me into some trap, don't trust, don't trust him. Just leave me alone! I want to scream at him. He's only trying to rub it in. Leave me alone! You won, I lost! You cheated. He stands there waiting. The others, his friends, watch expectantly. Let him help me? I DON'T NEED HIS HELP! I DON'T NEED ANYONE'S HELP. Tears are rolling down my cheeks. I can't remember the last time I cried. I don't cry. I DON'T CRY! He's looking at me funny. Probably wondering why I'm lowering myself to crying. DAMN TEARS! He says something about wanting to be my friend. Friend. I don't need any friends. Friends are for the weak. I lost. I lost. Does that make me weak? No. I'm not weak. He only beat me because he cheated. That damned boy is still standing there. He won't leave. He repeats, let him help me up. This time, I answer.
"Just leave me alone." I mutter. He looks taken aback. I repeat my words. One of the other boys calls him back over. They start laughing again. They leave me to my misery. They leave me, the ones who wanted to be my friends. I don't need friends, I don't need help. He cheated, he must have to beat me. He cheated. There laughter cuts through me, jagged and painful. It rips my very soul. Damn them.
