#tw bugs and nasty story ahead

[wishful-seeker]

May Apollo bless this scorching hot bath and make my knees shut up and put out the buzzing fire in my joints.

#pls help #The level of annoyance my pain creates is the equivalent of having a fly in my ear #It's a type of pain that cannot be ignored #And you cannot think of anything but it #cripple punk #physical disability #CRPS #tw bugs and nasty story ahead #so flash back to when i worked at a kitchen that had so many flies in the back outdoor rest place #that 50 would land on you bc you're covered in food #and no matter how much you shook them off they'd just land on you again #until you give up from extreme exhaustion and just let them crawl on you #thats what the pain is like #i was also dealing with this pain on top of those real flies back then #im happy im too disabled to work at hell holes anymore

[repo-net]

The Month of Nagisa (9/20)

(TW: Suicidal Ideas, Referenced Child Abuse)

March 7, 2011

Hope’s Peak Elementary, School Rooftop

“Well, here we are…”

Five kids, five lives, five people. These five children were sick and tired of the horrifying world that the adults had created and shaped that has made them suffer for as long as they remember. They were so desperate to run away from their scary parents, the whole scary world. And to them, there was only one way out. They’ve been miserable for as long as they can remember. They just want it all to end. They don’t want any more coming home.

Coming home to being beaten to the floor for being told off by police for buying cigarettes despite you being underage.

Coming home to being told a variation of new words and phrases that shaped the way you saw yourself and the world.

Coming home to being touched and being forced to do another job and desire that was needed by old, disgusting adults.

Coming home to being forced day and night to study endlessly and having unrealistically high expectations set on you.

Coming home to being met by nasty glares and complete silence by a family that refuses to accept you as part of theirs.

They don’t want any more of all of that pain, because one this is all said and done, their short-lived life on this Earth will come to it’s end. They’re going to be free. Everyone should be happy from this, right? They’re going to be free from their parents, their parents are going to be free from them. No more pain and suffering from everyone. No more.

No more lessons.

No more hatred.

No more gentle.

No more expectations.

No more silence.

And if they had to die for it? So be it. It’s not like they’ll care anyways, right? All of them weren’t good for anything and deserved no right to having a normal childhood like every other child. They don’t deserve it. Failures, mistakes, wastes, all of them. That’s why they’re here on the rooftop in the first place.

“… I’m a little scared. Once we do this, we’ll really be dead and nothing more… but then again, I don’t… I don’t want to do any more of what they made me do.” A pink haired girl said, looking over the edge and teetering nervously, she was as scared as everyone else on that roof.

“I don’t know… I think Mommy will be happier this way, and you guys probably hate me too, so this is probably for the best, I think… we’re gonna be splattered bugs all over the road.” A boy with a mask covering his face spoke next, looking down on the bustling road below them.

“Well, like I said… you guys can still back out if you want, you don’t gotta follow me. I already know what I’m gonna do, and nothing’s… gonna stop me. A hero doesn’t show fear.” A redhead spoke shortly after, stretching his body in preparation of what he was about to do.

“Monaca’s going to follow you, Masaru. She doesn’t want any more of this either. We’re not wanted anyways. They’ll be so glad when they find out their mistakes disposed of themselves.” A girl in the wheelchair commented, wheeling over just close to the edge to see the concrete floor they were about to impact against.

“And we’ll be free from the scary adults, scary parents, we’ll… be released from our purgatory of endless suffering and abuse once this is all over…” A blue haired boy spoke last, looking over the edge with hesitation in his body language and eyes, something that everyone on that roof felt.

For a while, silence. Everyone was just waiting and looking around, awaiting for someone to make the first move, whatever it would be.

“Hey, Monaca has an idea. Why don’t we all jump at the same time? And we’ll hold hands so that no one can back out? We’re friends, right? We might as well go out together, Monaca… doesn’t want to live in a world without all of you.” The girl in the wheelchair turned to everyone and spoke. And everyone else… seemed to have agreed on it. They were friends until the end, life or death, because they were the only ones there for each other in a world filled with scary adults. The girl in the wheelchair moved herself to be just on the edge of the rooftop that they were about to descend from.

“Well, if we’re gonna die, I guess… I wanna hold Monaca’s hand as we fall to our death.” A pink haired girl spoke first, before walking nervously next to the greenette and grabbing a hold of the wheelchaired girl’s right hand.

“… I’ll be right next to you then. A hero should be in the middle, after all. Jataro, you grab my other hand, alright?” The redhead said, and then walking next to the pink haired girl and grabbing her free hand.

“… I don’t think you’d wanna touch my hand, it’s all gross, and I really don’t want your last moments be to so disturbing… I’ll just go over here and hold no one’s hands so they don’t have to get tainted…” The masked boy said next, before walking a few feet away from the girl on the wheelchair, leaving some space in between.

“Don’t say that about yourself. When we die, at least go out thinking nicely to yourself, alright? It’s what you- no, what we all deserved.” The blue haired boy spoke next and got in between the space of the wheelchaired girl and masked boy, and grabbed the boy’s right hand, before turning to the handicapped girl and grabbing her left hand with his right.

Silence fell over the group as they stared from the edge of the roof. The cars that could potentially hit them before they even impact against the hard concrete road, and how no one seemed to care with the fact that five children were about to jump off the edge of a school’s rooftop.

“We’ll jump on 5. Everyone, get your last words out.” The girl in the wheelchair spoke.

“1...”

“I’m sorry, Dad… for being so pathetic , so weak and and being such a brat that got you into trouble… I’m not strong enough to take another lesson from you when I come home, and I’m sorry I always ask where Mom went and why she left us, I’m so sorry…”

‘2…”

“Mommy, I never knew what happened to Daddy, and I still wanna find out, ‘cuz I still wanna find out who he is, but thank you for showing me the truth on what the world really thinks of me… maybe I’ll meet Daddy when I’m dead, maybe he's there…”

“3…”

“I… honestly don’t know. Mama, thanks for… doing everything for me and our family, even if I don’t get it, I guess. Papa, I hope you know that you caused all of this. I’ll see both of you soon when you get what’s coming to you, and then we can talk again…”

“4…”

“Father, Mother… I never understood why you took a childhood away from me and forced me to work endlessly. But… I still feel in debt to you for raising me. So this is how I’ll pay you back. I’ll personally get rid of one of your failed experiments. Farewell.”

“5…!”

“Hey hey, what are you kids doing on a rooftop? Don’t you know how dangerous it is here?”

The group of five perked up in surprise, they were all just about to jump off the bridge and suddenly, a voice behind them spoke, and that caught their attention. They turned around to see who it was.

It was a girl with blonde hair, a bunny and ribbon pins attached to her long pigtails as she wore a dress with a tie on the side along with one short skirt.

“Hey, before you guys go ahead and jump, why don’t you listen to what I have to say first?”

The five turned and looked at each other, questioning looks as they turned their gaze to the much older adult in front of them.

And that was the start of the story of how five kids decided to take their revenge against adults and started a revolution.

#danganronpa #danganronpa ultra despair girls #nagisa shingetsu #warriors of hope #shingetsu nagisa #month of nagisa