". . . I don't know. . ."
"Well?! Do you HAVE an answer?!"
"I swear. . . I don't know. . ."
"I don't know? I DON'T KNOW? ANSWER!"
". . ."
I don't know. That's something I know; I don't. It's always been the same answer for me since my childhood- when I started to act more selfish. Every time I feel pressured or in a state that will make me cry, feel guilt- whatever it is, I can't answer. "I don't know." Is that an answer that will even satisfy the slightest of angry people. I feel worthless, let alone helpful. I'm only here because everyone has to live this living hell called life.
"I don't know."
Even when the most upset people ask me the simplest of questions, I hesitate. This has been the bane of my life after my parents' death. This is what caused their demise. Just because I wasn't able to answer a simple question.
I'll never be able to be those I aspire to.
Not even the slightest close.
I'll just be another empty husk.
". . .Oi, Kyoto, wake up," Tokuta nudged me as he whispered.
"Ah. . . Crap- was I sleeping in class?" I whispered back.
"Indeed. Be glad I woke you up. Our professor is calling students for assistance," Tokuta said.
"Alright, Kyoto. You'll be helping me. Got that?" The professor said.
"Er- Yeah. . . Got it," I said.
Even to this day, I can't help, but stutter.
Hesitate when asked a question. Even if it might cost my life at one point.
If it might cost another. . .
Will I be able to be of any worth?