Man, this sucks, why didn’t I fake my sickness to stay at ho all day and play video gas? What’s the point of school when I’ll just forget everything after I graduate?
What a total bumr.
Sitting all around was my classmates; twenty of them in total, but there was only a handful I knew personally.
One of them was a chubby guy by the na Akira, he was a nerd who got bullied a lot, I felt kinda bad for him, but we got along.
Another was a popular girl by the na Hinata, she had over fifteen boyfriends this entire year and now she made another one. You know the word I wanna call her, but I’ll refrain.
After them, there was one more person in particular who talked to more than anyone else, his na was Koji, an extrely lucky Chad who always checked up on and made sure I was doing okay. Needless to say, he was my favorite.
And then there’s Itsuki, an androgynous male that people mistake for a female countless tis. He crossdresses and usually sticks to himself, but I did talk to him and try to be friends, however, he’s extrely shy.
And now, there’s .
Hi, my na is Keiko, I’m 18, I live with my parents, and I’m a total freaking NEET without a healthy social life.
I spend most of my ti playing video gas, watching ani, reading manga, and acting like a cringey roleplayer when I’m alone to myself. There was no way in hell people found attractive at this point.
I looked like a total nerd; my hair was always a ss and I wore glasses because my genetics hate .
"Oh my god, there’s no way Aimi is dating Kaito." Sitting on her desk, surrounded by her group of friends, which was literally every girl in class, was Hinata, who was always the center of attention.
"Yes, it’s true! I saw them holding hands yesterday after school." Said one of her blonde friends, eager as ever.
"Why would a guy like him date so ugly bitch like her? He must be blind like Keiko." Said Hinata, mildly annoyed.
Hey, I heard that you asshat! Sotis I get the urge to punch her face in, I swear.
"It’s a sha, I was gonna go after him next after I broke up with my boyfriend, but he’s missing out."
"Pfft, you wanted to date Kaito? Girl, you can’t have every guy in school."
"I can, and I will." Said Hinata, smirking. "I’m the most important person in this school, everyone loves ."
Like hell you’re! If I was a guy, I’d turn you down the instant you try flirting with to hurt your ego.
"What about you, Keiko? Do you have a man?" One of the girls sitting in front of turned around, smiling. "You are always quiet, but sotis the quiet girls end up being the freakiest."
"U-Uhhh..." I gazed to the side, feeling my cheeks turn red. "N-No, I don’t!"
Hinata, who was now staring at , grinned.
"Why would soone like Keiko have a boyfriend, or any friends at all? Look at her, she’s too gloomy, doesn’t even bother putting make up on."
All the girls around her laughed at her comnt as the one sitting in front of shrugged.
"I was just curious, that’s all."
What a freaking jerk. Every day, it’s the sa old thing; make fun of Keiko, harass Keiko, dive into Keiko’s personal life! Does she have anything else better to do than always talk crap about ?!
"Hi, um... Keiko." Walking from behind was Itsuki who caught my attention by tapping my shoulder.
I jumped, adjusting my glasses to face him.
"O-Oh, um, yes?"
Itsuki was timid as ever, even averting eye contact as he stuttered in his words.
"D-Do you mind sitting with at lunch?"
"What?!" I blurted out loud before sitting upright. "O-Of course! I don’t mind at all!"
He looked at before smiling.
"R-Really? You don’t mind?"
I shook my head at his cuteness.
"No, not at all! Seriously." I spoke more confidently, grinning. "But what brought that on, Itsuki? That’s not like you."
He scratched his cheek and looked at the ground as if he was in deep thought.
"I couldn’t stand seeing how they treated you... so I wanted to be friends, and maybe hang out." He whispered, keeping his voice low.
"Huh?" His words made my heart skip a beat. "W-Well..." I dropped my voice in a whisper so everyone else wouldn’t hear our conversation. "Okay then, we can be friends, I don’t mind at all." I said, smiling at him.
How sweet, Itsuki actually cared for .
But before I could say anything else, a loud bang echoed from sowhere down the hallway.
It wasn’t the usual slam of a locker or so guy dropping a chair.
It was way too loud.
Everyone in the room froze for a split second before another bang rang out, and then... there was screams. High-pitched, panicked screams from the hallway.
"What the hell was that?" Koji muttered, already standing up.
My heart started beating rapidly in my chest. I couldn’t even think straight; my eyes darted toward the door, then to the others. So of the girls in Hinata’s group had already stopped laughing and were nervous as ever.
Soon, there was another loud bang, but it sounded closer this ti.
"Oh my god... oh my god..." One of the girls whispered, trembling as she grabbed her friend’s sleeve.
Our horoom teacher, Mr. Sato, ran inside the room and quickly raised his voice.
"Everyone! Get away from the door, get down!"
For once, nobody argued as chairs screeched against the floor before everyone scrambled to hide—so ducked under their desks, others hid in the corner near the windows.
My legs felt like jelly, but I sohow slid down behind my desk, hugging my knees.
Through the closed door, I could hear the chaos outside.
Running footsteps, shouting, and another gunshot.
And then there was silence, except for the muffled sobbing in our classroom.
My palms were sweaty, and my breathing was so loud it felt like the whole class could hear it.
I glanced at Itsuki, who had crouched next to , watching his hands shake as he clutched his phone.
Our eyes t with both of us terrified.
"W-We’re gonna be okay..." He whispered, though his voice broke.
I wanted to believe him, trust , I really did, but my gut told otherwise.
Then ca the sound of heavy boots inching closer outside our door.
Whoever it was... they weren’t running, they were just walking toward us. It had to be the shooter.
Mr. Sato quietly motioned for everyone to stay down.
He even moved toward the door as silently as possible, pressing his back to the wall beside it. Even Hinata, the ever-so-confident queen bee, was hunched down behind her desk, covering her mouth with both hands to stop herself from whimpering.
The footsteps stopped right outside our classroom.
And then there was another BANG!
A hole burst through the door’s glass window, spraying tiny shards across the floor.
A few of the girls scread before slapping their own hands over their mouths.
My heart slamd in my chest so hard I thought it might tear through my ribs.
This was real, this was real, this was real!
Soone out there had a gun, and we were trapped inside a classroom.
I felt myself gripping Itsuki’s sleeve without realizing it, but he didn’t pull away, he started crying.
We just stayed there, frozen, as the handle of the door rattled slowly—like the person outside was testing it, but not before long, a figure stepped inside. He was tall, with his shoulders shoulders hunched, holding a massive rifle.
The light from the hallway silhouetted him, turning his face into a shadow.
Nobody dared to move. Even the kids who had been quietly sobbing held their breath.
Mr. Sato was standing beside the door, now raising his hands in a calm, steady motion.
His voice wavered but stayed surprisingly gentle.
"Please... you don’t have to do this. J-Just leave the students out of it!"
The shooter didn’t answer.
He just stood there before walking a single step past the threshold, as if weighing his next move.
"Hey!"
Koji’s voice rang out as he stood up before anyone could stop him. He planted himself between the stranger and the rest of us, squaring up as if ready to fight.
"You’re not getting any closer."
My heart was in my throat at this point. Koji looked brave, but I could see his hands shaking.
"Koji—sit down!" Mr. Sato said, reaching out a hand to pull him away, but Koji didn’t move.
He was breathing hard, glaring at the person in the doorway.
But before we knew it, the person stepped closer.
"Stay back!" Koji yelled again.
Mr. Sato stepped in front of him, spreading his arms wide.
"Please." He said as his tone beca firm. "We don’t want anyone hurt. Just walk away!"
The shooter tilted his head, as though considering their words.
"You don’t even rember ... do you?" The person spoke, but no one answered.
The silence in the room even grew heavier.
"I was here, every day, I walked past all of you. And it was like I wasn’t even real, you all treated like trash..."
His fingers tightened on the rifle’s grip. The way he said it made relate sowhat; it was like a broken speech coming out painfully.
Koji didn’t flinch, but his voice softened as he slowly approached him.
"Look... whatever you went through—this isn’t the way, bro, trust ! This isn’t it!"
The person laughed bitterly at his words.
"That’s what they all said. After the jokes. After the bullying. After they shoved my stuff in the trash!"
He stepped forward again, and the whole class shrank back as one.
Mr. Sato’s voice stayed as calm as he could manage.
"Put the weapon down. You’re not invisible right now. I see you. We all do! You can stop this before anyone else gets hurt."
For a second, the shooters shoulders slumped as if a weight was pressing down on him. But then his grip on the rifle tightened again.
"No... no! I’ll kill you all... every last one of you! For all the pain you caused!"
"Eeek!"
"Please god, no!"
"Soone save us!"
Everyone in the classroom started crying.
"I told the teachers, I told the principals, but each ti none of you did nothing to help! And when I fought back and stood up for myself... that’s the only ti you intervened and helped the bully instead of ! I-I’m tired of it!" He frowned, lifting his rifle before—POW!
He shot at Koji, blowing a whole through his chest.
Everyone panicked and stood up from their hiding spots, making a run for it. Mr. Sato tried speaking to him, but he was shot dead as well.
I couldn’t think before my survival instincts carried forward, forcing to run.
I followed everyone out the second door in an attempt to escape, but he aid at us... and before we knew it... we were all dropping like flies.
Each one of us was shot in the hallway; bullets bolting through our chests, necks, and even our head.
One by one, everyone died, and I fell in the middle of the corpses; hit in the lungs.
"Aaaghh..." Everyone around was crying in pain as I laid there in shock, unable to process what was happening.
Everything beca black, and my vision grew blurry.
This was happening—this was actually happening.
Am I really gonna die?
"Mom... Dad... I’m sorry..." Closing my eyes, I felt the air leave my lungs as I bled out, falling into the abyss.
Was I... dead?
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