Mirror Chapter-The Silent Rabbit who said goodbye to the end

"Sorry, we don't accept."

"Please find an adult to accompany you."

"I'm sorry, but we can't accept this kind of case.

The words were very nice and modest.

Even though I was just a child, they treated me with respect like an adult.

On the surface, it seemed so.

However, the look in their eyes said that they didn't care, and they didn't know what they were looking at.

Because I was just a child.

The fruit knife, wrapped in a leather sheath, really made me feel the weight.

And in the other pocket, the camera, too, is moving.

Where is this place in front of me, where is it, where is it, where exactly is it.

The place where it all began, the place where it all ended, or the place where it all had to happen.

What kind of existence is the "he" that "she" did not mention?

The woman who had gathered almost all the bad feelings in the world and gave birth to me, whom she regretted and hated.

Am I gradually understanding, or am I slowly becoming confused?

This pace of life is not something that can be adapted to.

So, will it be numb.

The body shakes its head and grins, arrogantly, and indeed, it should be arrogant.

Shouting loudly.

No.

Is this the way it is, is this the way it can be, is this the way it has to be.

The face of "her" made me give up even asking for help.

I don't know how "she" lives.

I don't know how I live either.

"Is she happy with it?"

Or, is she suffering for this painful relationship too?

If only one of us dies, or both of us die, it will be much easier.

On TV, in the newspapers, in magazines.

Even if you don't want to know, you will slowly learn.

There are many ways to commit suicide, really, many.

Even if you don't want to know, you will know slowly.

Venting is also easy, stealing, cheating, lying.

Education, which gave me a conscience, also gave me the unparalleled, thrill of doing evil.

Only that need to concentrate all the senses, to relieve a little, the sense of misanthropy.

Only, I am also tired of it.

All my happiness can only be lived under the duress of sadness.

No matter who I'm with.

Even if it's that innocent-looking, yet gentle"him".

And "his" sister, who is so kind, it is better not to get involved with me.

To me, they are just a lifebuoy floating around in the eyes of those who have fallen into the water and have lost their air.

I do not care anymore, so do not pull on others.

This kind of kicking them away is really like the behavior of "her" daughter.

But, I know very well that she is not a good person.

There is no kindness in her vicious words.

High heels, ashtrays, belts, scissors.

No matter what is around, it will be picked up and turned into a murder weapon.

In 'her' eyes, I was just an object of violence.

And in my eyes, she was just an abuser.

If only I could have a normal family.

The people I should hate are already blurred.

I was tired of "her" who made me want to vomit at first.

The wound pain and so on, that's all.

So, what exactly am I going to do now that I am here.

I just want to destroy this root cause.

Then I can end it too.