Capítulo 1: I Promise.
Promises…
They're something I want to keep, but I can't ever guarantee.
"Waah~" The little girl kept weeping.
Each tear kept streaming out of her eyes, flowing non-stop like a river.
"Why?"
I never forgot even a single day without her. Not one day did I stop thinking of her crying.
How did I forget?
"You promised me!~" Her silky and smooth platinum hair that turned grey at the tip was messy, and her lips started increasingly turning into an upside-down 'U'.
Why did I need to remember?
What did I do?
I just can't remember.
As a little kid, would you ever remember what you did to make a little girl cry?
Yet such a miserable sight was burned into my soul, etched into the deepest part of my memory so that I couldn't forget.
Who are you?
You made my life so miserable. Each passing thought contained that crying image. Each passing day made me more and more miserable…
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"Hey get a look at this dude!" a classmate started to mock me, "I mean seriously, how can you get used to looking at a bunch of words man? And better yet enjoy that shit?"
I started to become more quiet after that one incident even though it was so vague.
I started to immerse myself as someone else, someone other than 'me'. To forget, or so I tried to believe...
It just started as curiosity when I picked up a web novel called, [Give Up? Never!].
But that book never failed to make me love the characters, each of them was so unique, and each of them had a personality that made me fall in love with them. Each heroine felt like a person I could connect with even though I could only see them expressed as a piece of text.
I just wanted to be freed from thinking about that memory every single ticking second. So I locked myself up and immersed myself in others' stories.
Isn't it cool? To be able to experience the life of the world's protagonist?
'Thunk!'
His fist collided with my chest, and I could feel the air getting pushed out as I screeched in agony. I started gasping from the lack of air while something red started to drip from my mouth onto the floor of the classroom.
He started to bellow along with my other classmates, "I mean look at this guy he's so weak!" his brown hair shimmered like he was an angel from heaven while his eyes looked down to the wooden flooring, where my body lay, gasping desperately for air.
Angel my ass- this guy is a devil.
"Hey!" a girl with short pink hair, no taller than the guy who punched me ran up face to face and shouted at him while she looked up at his face, "That's enough!"
Thank you.
Someone with a little common sense knows that this is wrong...
I want to speak up just like her, to have guts like her, but I don't have the confidence like her.
She looked just like how I imagined that girl from [Give Up? Never!] looked. My vision is starting to blur from reality and that novel.
"Don't you understand violence isn't allowed here at school!" her anger soared.
"Yeah…" His smirk was so vexing, "I was just giving a friendly high five to him y'know~"
The face he made, made me want to sucker punch his face a million times harder than he just did to my stomach. It was infuriating! How come I can't do that?
I grit my teeth enough to feel my mouth go numb. How come I can't just be alone? I had enough of it...
I picked my emaciated self up from the wooden floor and stood on my own two feet.
"Hey, dor-" his brown hair glistened as his bangs followed the flow of his eyes, he glanced towards me after recognizing I was up.
"S-stop," I feebly uttered and I continued to softly ramble in anger, "You always do t-this-"
I had my ass handed to me before I could even finish…
I was having my monologue until he punched my face with a right hook faster than I could even see he was moving. The last thing I saw was the pink-haired girl who stood up for me looking mortified as his fist contacted my nose.
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I swear I will punch him back one day.
My consciousness faded while having this thought.
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I awoke in the school health office, as I lay on the white mattress I could still feel the throbbing from the punch I took to my face and stomach.
"Looks like you're awake," the school's nurse said in a monotone voice, "Your classmates said you got hit by a rock and were knocked unconscious."
"I never knew someone could get knocked out by a rock... Make sure you ice up your face to cool down the bruising on it." She looked at me with pity.
I felt my face heating up from the embarrassment. There wasn't much I could do when that guy threw a fist at my face at light speed, but at least I spoke up!
I nodded my head in approval at a step in the right direction of my life. But I soon realized that was all I could do.
I grit the bed's white sheets with all that I could muster.
What made me even more angry was the fact that they even lied to the nurse, but what was even worse was that the nurse didn't even seem to care!
These shitty staff are nothing like the cool, amazingly warm staff from [Give Up! Never!]'s academy.
I think I'm starting to turn a little delusional.
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"It's nice," I mumbled as I walked through the Golden Hour on my way home.
I looked like a mummy with the bad wrapping I tried to put on my bruised face that I got from the health office. She didn't even offer to wrap my face, she just gave it to me and told me to leave. Hell, I don't know how to wrap my face.
Thinking of my bruised face I thought of the man that caused my sensational burning, throbbing from my face and my stomach. I swear one day I will punch those same two exact spots a million times harder, if I could.
I promise.
But all of a sudden I felt a vibration on my right leg. It was my phone, and that could only mean one thing…
It was an update of [Give Up! Never!]!?
The only web novel I read and immersed myself in. It was nearing its end and I was excited to see the ending of the novel, it would surely have a happy ending.
I scrolled through the canyons of cracks on my phone; it was a mass release of over 30 chapters! And the prologue! Forget my beating, today is a fucking great day!
I rushed home to read these final chapters, I could finally binge and see the happy ending I always wanted for them.
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"What the fuck is this!" I literally shouted from the deepest of hell towards the author.
How could he write everyone's death so gruesomely? Just what was this author smoking when he wrote these final chapters?
"That is NOT a happy ending!" my eyes were bloodshot... They might've started to become teary again.
That wasn't fair.
How could you build up over 500 chapters just to kill those characters who meant everything to me? They, the characters, helped make me become someone else...
Someone other than me! Countless breathable characters helped me achieve a different persona.
They weren't just a character in a piece of text on my phone.
Each one of them was a person...
I could remember reading each chapter and making bonds with everyone. I could remember talking to them, I could remember going on journeys and saving the world!
These weren't my memories or experiences;
They were Allan Rayas' experiences.
I could still remember each hard-fought plot they had to go through, it was life and death. Each guy, and girl, were all people I cared about.
Each expression they made expressed through the texts was real! They made my heart flutter and kick with excitement!
I might be delusional...
"And then the audacity to put in the epilogue that Allan ran away because he felt as if none of those people he built a bond with mattered? What kind of protagonist runs away from the last horde of God's monsters and lets everyone die!"
I threw my already shattered phone at the wall with all my energy again and began to lay my head on the cold pillow.
"Dammit…" I clicked my tongue hard.
If I could do one thing to change that shitty ending, it would be to save every single one of them. That stupid author could just have made the protagonist a sacrifice or something I mean come on!
Why make him run away and let everyone else die when he could've just killed all those monsters like he was taking candy from a baby?
Plus being the sacrifice for the last oncoming monster horde from God would've been hella' cool!
Who wouldn't fantasize about being the final sacrifice to save the entire world? Just imagine the glory and fame after your noble sacrifice!
Rewards will surely come after such a display!
I slowly drifted off into the dark with just the thought that Allan Rayas was a fraud protagonist, repeatedly saying to myself that I could save everyone instead, because they mattered the most to me, even if it meant sacrificing myself.
I promise.
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