Why would anyone want to live in this cruel world?
Emotions.
They exist for a reason, huh.
Well, I personally hate the carp out of them.
Life as we know it could end now.
I would be relieved by then.
This world...
This life...
This burden I carry with me...
I want it to all disappear.
Goodbye.


"Hey look! It's Sei!" One high pitched voice screams.
He points out a name. A person.
"His hair looks worse than yesterday!" Another one says.
I turn to the boys. I am bullied at my school. They fail to realize I don't have any parents. My life changed that day. In the car accident. A drunk driver driving back home on the other lane. He swerved at 70 MPH. Our car collided with his. My parents died. Apparently the drunk driver was a friend with the judge, so no charges were pressed against him. No jail time, nothing. No benefits for me either. The driver walked away laughing. Outside I pushed him. He fell down the staircase that was outside the building. My past life is a wreck. And it is now too.

"Shut up!" I scream back.
"Make me!" They yell.
"I will! Watch!" I reply.
I walk over to them and Punch one of them in the guts. The other tries to escape but I grab him by the hood of his hoodie. I pull him back and throw him against the other.
"If you don't stop, I will not hesitate to do worse," I explain.
I think they understand. I walk to my homeroom. I place my suitcase on my desk. As I do that my principal calls me into the hall.

"Seikatsu," The principal says, “We heard you decked two kids and threatened them."
"Yeah and?" I say back calmly.
"Well, for starters I'm going to suspend you," He replies.
"Okay," I say while proceeding to the door.
I left the school. I have nothing to do now. I have no house. That school had a dormitory where I stayed.
I had one thing to do. I went to my nearest dumpster and got a piece of cardboard. I take out the sharpie I had in my pocket. I write:
"Please help, I have no house, no food, no parents, no school. My life is a wreck, if you want to help me please make me a home."
I ran out of ink.
For a while a lot of people ignored me. All of the cars just drove by. One driver even spit at me. Every second I would get hungrier and hungrier.

A car stops in front of me. I look at it. A Subaru. The lady came out and asked if I needed a home. I said yes.
She opens the back door and I get in. I hope this doesn't lead me to harm.
"So? How old are you?" She asks.
"Fourteen," I reply.
The car was in silence for the rest of the car trip. We stop at this average townhouse. We go inside. She shows me to my room

I sit on the bed. I try to make myself have a purpose once. It obviously didn’t work. I will leave tonight. I’m going to work for once. A foundation, I will help those out there that are in a situation like me. They share this burden. I’ll help carry it with them.
“Hey, kid!” The lady yells.
“Yo!” I reply.
“Come for dinner!” She screams back.

I come downstairs and into the dining room. I sit down next to katatsu. She its down on the other side. I finally get to see a better look of her.
“Is it natural for you to have green hair?” I ask.
“Yes!” she yells back at me with anger.
“And that headset,” I point out.
“Well, I’m only 18,” She shoots back.
“What does that have to do with anything!?” I remark.
“Well you don’t see any kids with spiked hair coming out of the side of their head!” She exclaims.
“Those spikes are part of the back portion of my hair!” I shoot back.
“So?” She asks.
“You finally calm down,” I tell her.
“What is your name?” I ask.
“Cupa,” She replies, “Cupa Kiroto. “
“Yo Cupa, mind if I have your phone number?” I ask
“Sure why?” She replies.
“I may or may not leave today,” I say.
“Why?” She asks.
“I’m starting a foundation,” I answer.
“No,” She shoots back.
“Why?” I ask.
“Well, I had a brother that ran away, for that same reason,” She replies sadly.
“It started when I was sixteen and he was fourteen. Our father was shot by a robber. So one night he wanted to help all of the other kids like us. One night he left. We all looked for him, never to be seen again. When I was coming back from school one day, I saw his body. All life was sucked out of him. I picked him up and carried him home and showed my mom what had happened. My mother turned to drugs. For a while I was okay with it, considering I started smoking. But after a year, she couldn’t take it and shot herself. I moved out of that house and now live in this three room apartment,” She explains.
I was speechless. I was heart struck. Everything about me froze. I was tearing in the eye.
“Well. I guess I have a passion for my foundation,” I say.
“They will kill you out there,” She shoots back.
“So?” I ask, “It’s worth trying.”
“Even for my life,” I explain, “I have nowhere to go.”
“You know that,” I say.
“Yeah, but, we are alike, we should stay together,”
“I’m going,” I say making my final decision.
“Fine,” She replies.
We finish our dinners in silence