“I, Ushiromiya Ange, do not have a cooperative attitude and caused trouble for everyone. There is nothing to blame for that except my excessive inferiority complex towards all of my classmates because I am unable to study. And, it is a shame that I am alive.”
Starting there, I was no longer reading the paragraph they had made me write. It was my improvisation. And… what was in my heart.
"No one will save me. For a short time, I felt that the fictional friends I created inside myself could. But those friends were nothing more than a daydream, and they didn’t help. After all, this isn’t a world of delusions, but a world of reality.
I have no family. I’ve thrown my friends away too. There is no longer anything left for me. Why haven’t I died? Someone asked me that a short while ago - I think they’re right. Why am I alive, I wonder? I should have died on that day in 1986. No, I must really have died. But even so… my soul that was killed is still locked up inside this cage of flesh.
So I’ll ask someone. If no one answers, I’ll do it myself.
Someone… please let me die.”
