#hatesick

I remember that first week. Those first days were magical. You helped me, you helped her.

Was it too much? Did you get too stressed out? Why didn’t you tell us? I would of helped, Osana would of helped. Osana wouldn’t of wanted this, I know she wouldn’t but-

You need to know how it feels. How it feels to see death. How it feels to see a knife flying at you. You need to feel my pain. How it feels to see the one you love push you away only to be impaled by a blade meant for you. And then you walked up and stabbed her more. You wanted her to die quickly and painfully. And then you slashed at my chest and let me rot, because even if I lived you know you would had won. And you probably thought you had because I didn’t come to school the next day.

But I saw what you did. I know people who saw what you did and I have cameras everywhere. Befriending them, saving them, giving us all hope. But when the school’s not looking all of the sudden a girl’s dead. You trick them and then slit their throats while anyone they care about look on in horror. Then those spectators must be kept silent or be kept dead. And you don’t care which.

Megami Saikou was no satan. We all thought she was but I see now how wrong we all have been. You’re the worst person who’s ever come here, and that’s saying a lot. You make Megami seem like an actual human.

But what am I doing still typing this to you? You don’t care! You’re just thinking to yourself how to get rid of me. Don’t lie. But be warned, I’m not going down easily. Unlike Ms Saikou I have no intention of getting into a fight I can’t win. However the entirety of this school however-

Oh yeah don’t you remember? I provide illegal “necessities” to this hell. They won’t let me die, I’ve tried before and they won’t let me. I don’t have to have a reputation to be protected like Saikou either. I’m already thought as the bottom of the barrel! You can’t do shit to me!

So, Ayano Aishi good luck. Because I’m winning Taro. Do you think students will stop teasing me for being a lesbian if I date a guy? It probably won’t change things, but still.

Who knew the thing I hated most about this school would help? This school trying to keep me, trying to keep this s͡t͘͜ą͘͟tų͞s̴̢̛ ̸q̨͢uo͢, it’s how I’ll avenge her.

See ya in hell,

NGAAH, why am i so lazy?!!!

“Ayano! Wait up!” Megami ran after her girlfriend but the pacifist was already running to the next door. Ayano’s cheaply made cardboard wings clattered in the wind as she rushed to the next house. By the time Megami caught up, Ayano had rung the doorbell five times. They heard muffled screams and other loud sounds before hearing a small “Hanako get the door.” and then saw one of there friends step out to greet them.

“Hi guyss, do yooou want ta join the parrrty?” Megami cringed at the girl’s drunken appearance. “Nah, this angel wants more sugar.” She pointed to Ayano, who was fidgeting with a halo made of pipe cleaners she tucked under her headband. Hanako giggled and popped inside to grab a bowl of candy. Megami heard a couple growls and shouts at her but she popped back out quickly saying they could take however much they wanted. Ayano, being the nicest sweetest cinnamon roll that she was, only took a piece of chocolate in a foil wrapper and put it in the plastic bag she carried around with her. Megami took two handfuls because god knows that taking a single piece of candy from each house would not last Ayano a week.

“Heey if ya twoo arre around, Ossana is like a block awaaay.” Ayano’s expression went brighter at the thought of visiting another friend. Hanako waved goodbye and shut the door. Megami thought she heard the girl collapse the second the door locked but she knew if she mentioned it Ayano would spend all night there, and knowing Hanako’s disgusting relationship with her brother, Taro wouldn’t let his doll be too injured.

Osana’s house was a single block, five pieces of candy, and three compliments away. Everyone for some odd reason thought Ayano’s costume was “cute”. Whether or not they said it because she honestly had a charming and adorable vibe despite being dressed in trash, or being pitied for that same reason, Ayano got much more comments on her costume than Megami’s. While Megami only wore a red dress with a pointed tail and a headband with matching horns, Ayano dressed the exact opposite with cardboard angel wings with feathers glued to them and a crappy halo tucked carelessly under a yellow headband. And if anyone dared insult her girlfriend, Megami stayed back so that when Ayano got out of earshot, she could shame a stranger for bullying a poor orphan. It felt so nice to see random passerbys be torn with guilt.

Osana opened the door rather quickly. Megami immediately noticed the bottle of alcohol in her hand. “Ssup~” Osana grinned drunkenly and Ayano sighed. “No flirting! What would Info-chan think?” Osana rolled her eyes. “Aww but your so-” Ayano slapped her lightly on the cheek and the girl’s eyes widened. “O-oh.” She bit her lip. “I’m sorry, don’t worry I’m hanging out with chizzle right now. Guess we’re a bit..” she trailed off a small blush spreading across her face.

“Info-chan’s here? Can we see her?” Ayano smiled softly and Osana nodded, running inside. She came back with the girl gently carried in her arms, draped in a blanket. The red head’s face was bright red and she lazily waved to Megami and Ayano before snuggling against Osana. The tsundere made a shushing motion as she cradled her girlfriend in her arms. Ayano nodded and shut the door, letting the two enjoy their privacy.

Megami refrained from making a comment about how Info-chan was likely to be raped considering Osana rarely controlled her actions even while sober, because Ayano liked Osana and Info-chan, especially the idea of them dating.

After another hour of going around the city Megami asked the fatal question “Do you know the way to your house?” Ayano grinned sheepishly as Megami looked to the sky and saw the bright lights of the Saiko Corporation building. She used that landmark to find her own house. She led her girlfriend to her home, making sure not to pass by any of the staff employed to protect her. Her parents weren’t home like always, but bringing a horribly poor girl into her fancy uptight household would be difficult to explain and she still didn’t want to introduce to anyone she knew outside of school to the fact she had a girlfriend.