Chapter 5: Day 3 Part 3
Day 5 of this damned protagonist's story. PS This is real world time guys. So please, calm down. Time for my little comment of the last chapter. :-)
Oh wow. You're a good guy. *claps* BULLSHIT! Do you think you made the right decision you d*ck!? You could have gotten dose pants! And what do you do? YOU P*SSY OUT! GODDAMN PROTAGONISTS!!! AHHH!
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"Hohoho. Sure sure, why not? I mean, you are going to be one of the best students. But before that, can you please take a test? I want to see your capabilities." The old woman smiled a way that he had seen many, many times before. It was the smile of a person wanted something.
"Alright." The boy said and a woman with black hair in a pony tail who also had black eyes that were covered by her glasses. She was also wearing a black suit which was a very tight fit on her which made person able to see her bountiful figure.
The boy followed the woman who gestured for him to go out of the old woman's office. The black haired woman did not have any change in expression when she saw him. She was just... cold. So cold that a person near her could not help but get chills. And her eyes were... even colder. They were so cold that it felt like a person would die if they were stared at directly by them.
Then a cold voice came out of the cold woman's mouth. "We have arrived at the place where you will be taking the test Mr. Hay." She said and he nodded in response.
The boy walked inside and saw that a piece of paper was already laying on one of tables. He then immediately walked over and sat down in front of the table. The black haired woman had of course already went to the front of the classroom.
She took out a watch and as soon as she clicked a button on it she said in her cold voice, "Start."
As the boy looked at the questions the thoughts that usually appeared in his mind did not. There were no thoughts of that dark room, of the thieves who entered last night. The boy did not even think of all the pain that was in his heart. His eyes were focused on the... paper.
As the boy took out a pen from his pocket the cold woman showed a surprised expression because... the boy's hand moved so fast that she could not see the pen or the hand clearly.
The boy just continued and continued to write, write, and write. No thoughts. No pain. No people. He was alone in his bubble that he had spent years to make. But why? Why is the boy so concentrated on the test?
I am shocked. The boy just... keeps not thinking. Not feeling. What is the source of this pain that he is trying to repress? No, that he IS repressing? It doesn't make sense.
The boy continues to just write the answers but soon his hand stops moving and a tear rolls down his pale, white cheek.
Then a single word escapes those chipped lips of his. "Done." He stands up and walks out of the classroom while the woman is shocked at the boy's speed. But it is not that surprising. He is a genius after all.
As the boy is walking out of the school and is on his way home to that destroyed home of his he hears a voice calling him. He looks behind himself and sees a girl with long brown hair who is trying to catch up to him.
"Wait! I, I haven't thanked you yet!" The girl yells with an excited expression when a gunshot is heard and a hole appears in the girl's forehead.
The girl is still smiling but it isn't as sweet as before as her eyes are dead and there was a slight twitch before she died. The girls eyes were desperate in the last second and didn't blink or anything. And then blood began flowing down one side of her fair face...
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