School had finally come to an end after what felt like an eternity. Takuma had stayed back in class to study for an hour, determined to make the most of his time. Since it was Thursday, the classes had ended at 2 pm, just like they did on Fridays. As the clock struck 3:10 pm, Takuma gathered his belongings and began his journey home, his feet aching from the long day.
As he walked down the staircase, he was suddenly grabbed by a strong hand and pushed hard against the wall. His spine sprained in protest, and he felt a wave of pain wash over him. "Who is truly superior?" a voice echoed from beside him. Takuma recognized the voice as Ogor's, the school bully. Ogor's minions nodded and laughed, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
A surge of anger and fear coursed through Takuma's veins as he realized he was trapped. His heart pounded in his chest, and his breath came in short gasps. He tried to struggle, but Ogor's grip was too strong. "There are no cameras on this part of the staircase," one of the minions sneered, using his boot to kick Takuma in the stomach.
Takuma spat out blood as he clutched his stomach in agony. Ogor laughed, clearly reveling in Takuma's pain. He stepped on Takuma's ankle with brutal force, making Takuma cry out in anguish. Takuma's eyes watered as he felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. Why did this always happen to him? Why couldn't he just be left alone?
"How dare you humiliate me like that?" Ogor fumed, his face red with rage. "How dare you? In front of all those people!" Takuma tried to defend himself, but Ogor was relentless. He began hitting Takuma's stomach, each blow landing with precision. His minions joined in, kicking Takuma in the back and even his face.
Takuma's world was reduced to a blur of pain and fear. He couldn't defend himself, couldn't escape the onslaught. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of anger and hatred. Just when it seemed like the beating would never end, the group heard noise coming from upstairs. Panicked, they fled the scene, leaving Takuma battered and bruised on the ground.
As Takuma struggled to his feet, he realized that his glasses were broken since Ogor stepped on it. His eyesight was blurry, and he stumbled as he tried to walk. He limped his way out of the school, his body aching with each step. Blood dripped from his nose, and he wiped it away with a shaky hand. He felt like he was going to collapse, like his legs were going to give out beneath him.
The bruises on his face caught the attention of passersby, but no one seemed to care. This was a society where people turned a blind eye to suffering, where the strong preyed on the weak. Takuma felt a pang of sadness, wondering if anyone would ever stand up for him. He felt like he was all alone, like he had no one to turn to.
As he reached the road, he waited for the traffic crossing lights to turn green. A woman stood beside him, holding the hand of a little child. Takuma glanced at her, then looked away, lost in thought. The lights turned green, and they began walking to the other side of the road.
Takuma's eyes landed on the back pocket of the woman's jeans, where a familiar autograph caught his attention. It was his father's signature, one he had seen many times before. Was this woman a fan? Takuma's thoughts began to drift away, lost in memories of his past.
Suddenly, a slap landed on his bruised face, snapping him back to reality. The woman glared at him, disgust etched on her face. "How dare you stare at my butt? What is wrong with you? Kids these days are perverts," she spat, her voice dripping with venom.
Takuma was taken aback, apologetic and confused. "I-I wasn't staring at you," he stammered, but the woman didn't listen. She stormed off, leaving Takuma feeling embarrassed and humiliated. The people around him stared, their faces filled with disgust. They didn't care about his bruises, but they were quick to judge him for a misunderstanding.
Takuma felt a wave of anger wash over him. Why did people always assume the worst about him? Why did they always judge him without knowing the facts? He felt like he was going to explode, like his anger was going to boil over.
As he tried to explain himself, the traffic light still remained red. Out of nowhere, a car came speeding around the corner, its brakes destroyed. The driver, heavily drunk, slammed into Takuma, sending him flying through the air. Takuma felt his heart seize as he landed on the ground, his head pouring out blood. He felt a searing pain in his chest, and his vision began to blur. He tried to cry out, but his voice was hoarse and barely audible. Because his vision was blurry, he couldn't see the car approaching with such high speed.
"This is my fate. It's dark with no happy ending" He thought to himself.
As he lay there, he couldn't help but think about how unfair life was. He had always tried to do the right thing, to be a good person, but it seemed like the world was conspiring against him. He thought about his parents, and how they would react when they found out what had happened to him. Would they come over to see his dead body? Would they regret not being with him? Would they regret not protecting him?
But most of all, he thought about the injustice of it all. He had been bullied and harassed, and now he was paying the ultimate price. He felt a wave of anger and resentment wash over him, and he knew that he was going to die with a lot of unresolved issues.
As his life slipped away, Takuma couldn't help but wonder what the future held. Would anyone even notice that he was gone? He thought about all the things he had wanted to do, all the things he had wanted to achieve, and he knew that he would never get the chance. And with that thought, everything went black.
Takuma's body lay on the ground, his blood pooling around him and the sound of siren echoing faintly all around him.