1 RULE 1-- b r e a k

I never really knew why I'm born in this kind of life. By the time of my memory, nothing good seems to have happened to me; at the age of a seedling, which was really quite young, I'm only surrounded by enmity. And being ignorant I was, I didn't really notice a thing. That was, until that time.

In junior high school, inside the warm, welcoming Tokyo draped by a golden veil from the sun, I noticed an oddity: that in the streets of Tokyo, what I thought to be normal only seems to be an anomaly. It happens at our current age, yet it is illegal by law.

What do I mean by that? I meant the hissing words clawing-- repeatedly stabbing my heart out. I meant the gut-wrenching glares my-- family... gives to me when I enter their sight: disgust, utter abhorrent repulsion. I meant the daily beatings of mine until I was painted black and blue by the hands of my siblings.

I really thought that these kids were the norm in our society though, that abuse was somewhat normal and caring was not. That the normalcy in this society was the warmth, the care and love children were showered upon since their birth. So I guess I became twisted from my different upbringing. My birth different from those boring, normal teenagers ignorantly surrounding people like me.

And now, here I am, lying on my back intimately with the ground, trying--but failing miserably, might I add-- to protect my head from becoming stupid. Against what? The supposedly harsh, biting, but actually bitchy and stupid words being spit at my face with their seemingly unlimited saliva. Stupid? Bitchy? How so? Well--

"YOU! You're nothing but a second-rate trash pitied by the people around you, thinking that they are here to serve you by your beck and call?! Just because Joshua noticed you the first day and helped you, you dare flaunt your shameful display of a self to us?!"

"Sister Gwen, please... it's enough.... 3rd Elder Sister Luis...please, we beg of you..stop from what you are doing...! Mom... mom, never raised you that way! So please stop shaming yourself anymore and...give respect to daddy and granduncle..."

"Oh dear little Clarisse, stop with your pitiful words, you're just wasting your time. This slut of a sister who has slept with countless men before, I wonder how the feeling is? Getting a taste of seducing a conglomerate's heir...was it satisfying enough?"

Their words, piercing and nonsensical as always. Three sisters, two older and one younger, both heroically defending against the big villain--me--from the protagonist, who is the cheated white lotus*, little sister of mine.

|[ white lotus: it is a common term seen and used in Chinese Novels. In here, I used the modern term; a two-faced person who presents themselves as a beautiful, innocent, little girl but is, in fact, black and scheming in the inside. They (commonly female) use it to charm men. ]

Staring blankly at the farce happening in front of me, a grim smile surfaced from my lips. And seeing them heighten their pitiful display of a performance in a higher level from seeing my submissiveness and quiet dissatisfaction, do I really pity my self. Do I really look like a person easy to be bullied? I'm pretty sure I'm quite intimidating myself though. Said who? A close friend, of course.

...Why did I have to be born with a bunch of ingrates as a sibling?

"I'm leaving." Swiftly bypassing the outstretched hands threatening me to stop from leaving, I have finally escaped from their ridiculous yapping. Although no emotions really escape from my face, as a live human being capable of feeling emotions, can't help but feel anger and depression. Anger; obviously. Depressed? Well, I'm depressed at the feeling of anger, for letting it fall and stand equal at those bunch of low lives: The humiliation I feel!

With a quick shove inside my sling bag, I fish out my mobile phone. And with a systematical and highly used muscle memory, I unlock the password from my phone, contacting the person I have in mind.

A couple of rings later, I finally got through.

"Hey Jerry, are you free today? Like, sometime later at...3 o'clock in the afternoon?" I continued sweeping my side with a relaxed stare at the old, moss-covered apartments I pass by. Obvious smears and illegal vandalizing painted commonly on their fronts and alleyways.

"Why? Is the scary boss finally relenting at little ol' me's request?" The voice from the other side, deep and baritone, teasingly called out. As a response at this, a let out a small snort.

"Yes yes, this scary boss has decided to be merciful and accompany you in your small request. But I might send you over to the other side as early as I can, no?" Before I knew it, I was already among the populace, walking among them as they wait for the green signal.

"...Haha, brother, I'm good. All good. But hey, did you hear that recently--" Before I knew it, the phone had suddenly slipped off from my grasp, and the gush of wind whirling at my recently bare ear.

"AHH! MY PHONE!!!" Could this day seriously get at worse? First, those women's annoying claims and act of bravery, next, my phone being pocketed directly from my hands, and in a bustling city such as this. But despite this, no one came to help me catch him. All passersby simply stepped out of the way and watched the show.

Pushing my entire weight one folded leg, I use it as a leverage to spring myself from the ground I was just standing in, hot in pursuit at the hooded man's figure flashing in front of me amongst the numerous figures.

Damn son, this man is fast. Although I can't really be considered as the best in my group for both stamina and speed, I could say I'm better than your typical average though-- wait, this shouldn't really be the time discussing this!

Wholeheartedly focusing at the man's dark figure, I never really did notice that because of our little game of tag, that mofo son of a ditch crosses by the road while a vehicle was driving, causing the driver to suddenly turn the wheel in, guess what? My direction, of course!

And with a big bang accompanied with unimaginable pain racking hard mercilessly against my petite little body, I untimely, and ultimately left the world behind with little regret.

Though this is something I can surely say to all: when I was hit by the car-- truck, some vehicle with the big ass rolling container of cement behind its back-- I was surely still staying in the sidewalk! I. DID. NOT. CROSS. THE. ROAD. So, this is not suicide. THIS IS GD MURDER. Accidental or not!