1. Tapping on the shoulder

Those are my ramblings. I'll speak my mind out. I can see it... Hey, why can't you see it? Shut up or I'll kill you. No... Please stop... It was my fault... Ah, I can hear it today too... I can hear it... I can hear the things I don't want to hear... Who is it that points the finger? A boy? A girl? Everyone... My classmates... The children... The adults... That disfigured thing too... Everyone... Everyone points and laughs at me, and laughs, and laughs, and laughs... The fingers point me with blame, stabbing my eyes. They scowl at me. The glares... What's so funny? There's nothing wrong with me. Ah... It's so hot and suffocating. The summer is coming to a end... Now it's turn for the winter, the cold, cold, winter. Ah... It's so noisy... Why is it always so noisy? Won't you ever stop tormenting me? Let's go to sleep... Let's just go to sleep today too... The world inside my dreams are mine alone. Nobody can bother me there. Nobody... Can bother... Yes... My only... My only... Sometimes I see a dream. The mountains far away, the countryside by my side and the cicadas are crying. The world is dyed red. And I'm alone. I'm all alone. It's not like I'm waiting for anything, I'm just idly staring. It's a dead world like that. But there's something strange today, Even in my world, I can't help but feel that I'm not alone. I'm scared of the unknown, but I'm not scared of this. Someone without malice has been watching me for a while. A dream like that... A dream like... A Dream... Who's there? Someone is shaking me by the shoulders. My body is swaying. From side to side... How many hours has it been? The orange sunset looks too bright. Do I know you? I've never seen you before. Don't talk to me. You're annoying... You're annoying me. Who are you talking to? There's nobody here. Nobody. Oh... I guess I Am. Okay, that's the end of it. The start and the ending. Happily ever after. Love? I see, you love. What are you talking about? I. Love. you. I love you. Those are some unusual words, can you explain me what do they mean? No, nevermind, I don't care. He gave me a letter. I. Love. You. Please let's be friends, here's my cellphone number. That's what it's written. Who are you? Are you stupid? Who are you that left without telling your name? Why? Why me? Did it have to be me? Lame... Lame... Lame! I'll just go home. Which way was it again? It's finally night. The night always comes, just like the morning and afternoon, the night always comes. I'm starting to get tired of it. Bored. I'm bored. I'm so bored. I want to do something. Anything. ANYTHING. Something different... Something indifferent... Give it to me... Give me... Give... GIVE! I found it. A dirty letter with disgusting scribbles. I must have fallen to the rock bottom to rely on something like this. It's not like I ever tried to climb up though. Well... It might not be so bad. Okay, my monologue ends here. Yamori Echi's confession. There are no depoils left. Be it time wasted or well spent, but, You that have listened to it this far... You... Just you... Just for you... I want to thank you for listening me. Those are my feelings. This is my story. Yamori Echi's emotional journey, from top to bottom. A defective human that got left behind. Hey... Listen... I'm not even a bit crazy. I'm just coping with my life the best way I can. Please, believe in me. What are you going to believe in? I want you to believe in me even if God were to appear right in front of you. Is that too selfish to ask...?