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I’m pathetic.
Absolutely pathetic.
I’ve been in my room for the past 3 weeks, doing nothing but just crying and getting painful visits from the others.
They just won’t stop. They won’t stop hurting me. I have bruises everywhere on my face and body from them kicking me and harming me. I can’t even think straight without being in pain.
We were all called to home-room.
There’s a flower where Nanami used to sit.
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I don’t even bother to listen to what Chisa says anymore, I know she’s one of them now; A red light emits in the classroom.
I start to feel myself reverting back to the horrible persom I used to be again, as my sense of self and emotions go along with it.
Bastards. All of them.
Why did I think i could start anew.
I found my old bandana with black shirt and shorts I used to wear; I put them on and grabbed some new expression cards I made. I exited my dorm room and greeted my fellow classmates outside. Nidai put his hand on my shoulder
“Ay, Sei! You finally joined us! Welcome to the team!“
“.. Don’t call me that, Bastard.. Call me.. Rio Ranger, The Dress-Up Doll.“
Some guy named Izuru joined our team afta’.. To be honest, I hate that bastard..
He’s all creepy and analytical..
He told us to get into these weird statis pods so that we can override our minds and become Junko Enoshima.. Sure! What’s life if we don’t take a few risks here n’ there, right?
“Let’s get on with it, Bastards!!“