15 years old, the perfect age to die.
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It was not long after I started elementary school. Summer vacation of my first year... was it then? My father passed away. In a car accident, like a cliché from a novel. My mother was a good person. She was the epitome of all mothers. She passed away six years after my father, just four months after being diagnosed with terminal liver cancer. The doctor said she lived a long life for someone with terminal liver cancer, but that didn't matter to me.
And now, where I am, it's 2022. I'm 15, the flower of my youth, they say. It was the end of my first semester finals. As summer approached, my friends' clothes were gradually changing. Oh, my parents are dead, so where do I live? It's obvious, but it's an orphanage. After living with my insignificant uncle for three months, he finally sent me here, unable to afford middle school tuition.
In a word, it was like a dog.
The author, who was my teacher, and the kid, who was my friend, all broke my body all over just for fun. I've been through so much to get here. Summer vacation is coming up soon, and I'll be staying at an orphanage. Last year, during my freshman year, I lived like a vagrant, constantly moving from friend's house to friend's house.
And today, I wanted to die like crazy.
On the way home, no, to the daycare center, I got into a huge fight with some drunk man, and when I got into the daycare center, the director grabbed my hair and used violence against me, saying it was discipline.Ha... It wasn't originally like this.Normally, it would be just a little bit annoying. For example, he wouldn't give me food for a week, or he would trip me up every time he saw me. Why did it have to be today? What did I do so wrong that he's acting like this on a day when I'm in a bad mood?
What a day, a series of days like this. God is so unfair. In the 21st century, where the gap between the rich and the poor is widening, I was born an orphan without parents. My parents have passed away. Every living being born into this world is destined to die someday.
What does it mean to close your eyes? Is it simply to pause for thought? Or is it to settle down for the sleep that life so desperately needs? Or is it the entrance to the afterlife, a place from which there is no return?
I don't care how I die. I just want to die comfortably, quickly, and painlessly.Oh, you're talking too much about dying.Even if I made this decision, no one would be sad. Right now, I'm in a worse situation than a dog.
As quickly as I could, I went to the pharmacy and bought whatever medicine I could find. Using the stolen daycare card, of course. Tylenol, PanXrin... I think I bought everything I could find. The pharmacist, who looked like he'd just graduated from college in his early twenties, gave me a strange look, but that didn't matter to me anymore.Because it will soon disappear from here.
.... I quickly pulled out the medicine and poured it into my hand. I was determined to get it in, even if it meant choking me. The dark, deep alley was pitch black, and I couldn't see a thing. Then someone grabbed my wrist.
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