A sickening sound echoes throughout the room.
The sound of your flesh being cut.
“Why did you have to do this?” A girl asked who sat on your lap, her face emotionless. You bit your lip, refusing to cry, to be weak, but you felt your will breaking. There was only so much torture a human being could take. The one torturing you was, Ryoko Asakura, the school’s superstar.
If you knew how crazy she was, you would have never talked to her. She had been the first one to initiate contact. She’d approached you in class and started a casual conversation. Seeing that she was the most beautiful, smartest and athletic girl in school, you couldn’t help but be flattered. You were pleased to be talking to her and (like most boys in your school) had a major crush on her. You were always considered abnormal for your age. Some even called your thought process atypical.
But that was why Ryoko loved you.
You weren’t like other humans. You were interesting, your reactions