Heroines, Villainesses, and the Hero's Yandere Harem? I want them all! Chapter 29: Painful is my tale

"Like—what is actually wrong with you?" she snapped. "I just want us to have a normal conversation. Why do you keep acting like an idiot? Am I doing anything to you? I just want to talk!"

It was the first ti she called nas.

So she was finally showing her true colors, huh?

"Sasha, right?" I said.

"Yeah." She folded her arms, frowning. We were walking—well, I was walking ho. She was following .

I stopped in my tracks.

"Haven't you had enough fun already?" My voice was cold. "I already have guys harassing . If you keep trying to get close to , I'll report you to the school authorities. I swear I will."

I ant every word.

This past month's been hell.

I get bullied—a lot. To the point I'm actually thinking of dropping out.

I hate this girl.

I hate her so much.

"What... harassing?" she stopped, confused, but I didn't. I kept walking.

I'm attending this school on scholarship. I can't afford the tuition on my own. But no matter how desperate I am for an education... if it gets bad enough that my life feels threatened, I'll just quit.

This hate—it's killing .

Every night when I'm alone, I cry. The pain keeps piling up and there's no way to release it. It sits in my chest like a knife. And the more it builds, the more I start hating my life—more than I already do.

Then suddenly—

"Wait... please... tell what's going on—"

She grabbed my arm from behind.

"FUCKING LEAVE ALONE!" I shouted.

I shoved her.

She hit the wall.

Hard.

She crumpled.

My breath caught.

"Oh God," I stamred, eyes wide. "I... I didn't an to—"

Dammit!

I ran.

Didn't even look back.

Couldn't.

I didn't want to see what I'd done.

That's it. I'm done. I'm quitting school.

I think I just killed her.

"Haha..." I let out a laugh. A broken, bitter sound.

My already ssed up life just got even worse.

HA. HAHA.

What a joke.

I think... for a mont... I actually liked her.

For a split second, I believed those lies they show in movies and books. That maybe soone would co and wipe away the pain.

That love existed.

But no.

As always, I got the wrong end of the coin.

Whatever little affection I had for her—it's gone. Completely turned to hate.

The more those bastards tornted , the more she smiled at , acting like she didn't know anything. Pretending like we were friends. I'd hear her friends snickering behind my back whenever I passed.

The pain in my chest kept getting worse.

I never even asked her out.

Yet she still ruined my life.

Funny.

Real fucking funny.

Should've listened to that guy...

Can't even rember his na now.

Should've forgotten about her from the beginning.

Should've never looked at her.

We were never even on the sa spectrum.

I hate it.

I hate her.

I hate everyone.

I hate this world.

And one day... I hope it burns.

I hope all the people who made suffer feel everything I've felt—tenfold.

No.

A thousand-fold.

I hope they beg for rcy, the sa way I beg the universe every night to make the pain stop.

"Hik..."

Tears again.

Of course.

MORE TEARS.

That's the punchline of my life, isn't it?

Just cry.

That's all I'm good for, right?

THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT, ISN'T IT?!

YOU WANT TO BREAK!

You win.

I've lost whatever chance I had at a normal life.

With my luck, she's probably dead now.

Heh.

I wish.

Sotis I wish I was never born.

No—I wish that every day.

But I'm still here.

Sohow.

Still suffering.

Maybe I should stop waiting for life to end.

Maybe I should just... finish it myself.

...

A green traffic light blinked ahead.

Cars sped past.

And then, just like that—there it was.

The knife in my hand, taphorically speaking.

The opportunity.

I smiled.

"Sigh..."

Whatever you are out there—whatever god, devil, fate, system—you win.

But I curse you.

I curse you with every ounce of pain you've ever shoved down my throat.

And if I ever get the chance to fight back... I won't kill you.

No.

I'll make you lose everything first.

Then I'll kill you.

"Sigh..."

Goodbye, fucking world.

I ran toward the oncoming traffic.

"ETHAN, NO!" a voice scread behind .

Sasha.

But it was too late.