"Despite what everyone says, the world is incredibly lovely" was a concept that I constantly entertained. I frequently entertained this idea. However, there are moments when the world can be especially cruel. This is something that should be observed.
This was the mindset that I carried with me after I was kicked, and I anticipated nothing but death at the hands of the very individuals who had surrounded me in the past. And I was right. A question that I couldn't help but ask myself was, "Why does this only happen to people like me, those who are infected with the curse?" I couldn't help but stop myself from asking myself this question.
I was seized with a mixture of frustration and rage as my mind raced with ideas of unfairness. I felt frustrated by the situation. Anyone who is plagued with this curse should not be punished or sentenced to death; rather, they should be cured. It is not suitable to do either of those things. We have been transformed into weird beings, which are essentially shadows of what we were in the past. What does it mean that we are deserving of hatred simply because we have been transformed into ourselves? It is possible that this suggests that we ought to be exterminated like vermin, dumped as if we no longer had the right to exist. Is this a possibility?
While I was making my way through a dense and seemingly impenetrable forest, I noticed that I was stumbling through it, with each step being weak and shaky. My voice was cracked and raw, but tears were streaming down my face as I cried out into the forest, which was utterly silent. I was unable to contain my emotions. Even worse, I did not care where I was going because I had no idea where I was going. On the other hand, I had no intention of doing anything other than moving, and the only thing that was driving my body was the urge to run away.
"Mom... Dad... Gia... Susu..." My words were so garbled that they were almost impossible to understand when I shouted out in desperation from the depths of my heart. "I am very worried... I am completely and utterly exhausted... Please put an end to this; I want to die and put an end to this already. I implore you... I need your aid... please... Oh my God, please put an end to this now. I allowed the words to flow out of my mouth, over and over again! a begging for forgiveness that was answered with indifference in the midst of the overwhelming nothingness that was the circumstance. "No one responded to me; even the gods wanted to get rid of me."