“This is fine.”

One.

Two.

Three.

And it stopped at the fourth movement.

No– it hasn’t stopped yet.

Blood kept streaming down as the owner squeezed her body parts, didn’t care anymore if she was actually sweating like crazy. Her mind wandered, tended to think about what already happened several years ago.

A sad story began with a girl who didn’t know anything about her real life story– in case she assumed that her whole life was alright She lived normally like any other people, smiled brightly, became cheerful at anytime, and being an extroverted person. Until at the age of 13, one by one untold story were spoken.