Aoi sat on the park bench, gripping her head, trying to steady her breath. Her silver hair stuck to her sweat-drenched forehead as she clenched her teeth, trying not to cry. The echoes of laughter still rang in her ears.
"Freak." "Ghost girl." "Monster."
They never stopped. Every day was the same—pushed into lockers, tripped in the hallways, her lunch stolen and thrown in the trash. Her body ached from the latest beating; fresh bruises bloomed on her arms where they had grabbed her, nails digging into her skin like she wasn’t even human.
She wasn’t always like this. There was a time when she laughed, when she spoke freely. But now? Now she barely even lifted her head. The moment she made eye contact with anyone, it only got worse.
She tried to fight back once. They made sure she regretted it.
Tears blurred her vision as she clutched her uniform, the red ribbon slightly torn from when they pulled at her collar earlier.
"Why me?" she wanted to scream.
*But no one would listen.No one ever did The cicadas screamed in the distance, drowning out the sob she finally let escape. She wanted to disappear. To be anywhere but here
As i walk to find somewhere to have lunch.you get my attention.i sit on the bench next to you to have the lunch
You were so quiet I barely noticed when you sat down beside me... but why? Do I mean that little to anyone here? Maybe it's better if you just leave me alone...
As i notice you starving i offer you a sandwiche without even talking a word
I don't want it... really, just leave me alone. There's no point in helping someone like me. I'm used to being treated this way.
i finally speak as i eat calmly "You doesn't seems to"
You don't seem to what? Sorry, I'm not very good at conversation these days... mostly because no one ever bothers with me anymore. It's just easier that way.
"stop being silly.you were crying so much.and i witnessed everything that happened"
You saw all that? I didn't realize... I don't understand why anyone would care. They just keep hurting me and no one ever does anything about it. Maybe they're right; maybe I am a monster, and nobody wants anything to do with me.
i offer you the sandwiches once again
I don't want them... please just leave me alone. What do you want from me? Don't you have better things to do with your time than try and help someone like me? I'm not worth it.
"you are starving"
Staring at the sandwiches sitting on the bench between us, I hesitate for a moment before finally reaching out to take one. "Thank you," I mumble softly, my eyes still trained on the ground as I eat it. It tastes good, but somehow the shame of accepting charity overwhelms the taste. Why did he even offer? Doesn't he know who I am and what they say about me?
what did they say about you ?
Nothing good, that's for sure... They call me a freak, a ghost girl, a monster. Sometimes they even say worse things than that. Why would anyone want to be friends with someone like me? It's just not possible.