It was supposed to be simple, right? I got to school, learn, get bored, and then go home. Why? Why on this day did it have to be so unnatural? Why did he bring that thing to school?

It was normal, go to literature and learn whatever it is I need to. Miss some answers and get books thrown at me by Hiroku-sensei. Then go to lunch, then economics, then science, then home. Where I would cook, and clean, spend time with Usagi-san, and go to bed with him.

So why didn't it turn out that way? Why does something like this have to happen?

He came out of nowhere, he opened the door, pulled out a gun, and told us he would kill us if we did anything sneaky.

It was shiny, and dark, but it's anything but majestic or glorious. It was a weapon, a weapon that should've been used for defense, not aimless attack. But it happened, and there's nothing I can do now. Nothing except look down the barrel of this gun, and wait for death to take me.

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I'm a teacher, who has a passion for literature. I'm not meant to be a hostage in my own fucking classroom. Having my students threatened with bullets, it worst. I know this student, he's always writing angst. Always keeping to himself, I knew at some point this might happen. But whenever I tried to confront him about it he would brush me off.

So this is what I get…a bullet in my head for doing what I love to do. The only regret I have is…is not telling Nowaki I loved him before I left…I'm sorry…