"_____-san, please answer question number five."

"Y-yes!", you abruptly stood up from your desk, hitting your knees in the process. Some of the students chuckled while the other, more sinister comments were heard louder than the laughter.

'Clumsy bitch.'

The chalk screeched slightly against the wide dark green board. Your hands danced swiftly, writing the answer with ease. Thankfully it was only algebra, you have already mastered that in 6th grade. You stepped backward, inspecting the whole equation that covered almost half of the board. When you were satisfied with your answer you headed back to your chair.

"Correct! As expected of you ___-san!", the professor clapped.

Your classmates gasped, once again amazed at your cosmic-like intelligence. Your rank as the highest in your school was unquestionable, not once did anybody take the crown from you.

Unable to speak up due to embarrassment, you only bowed your head at their praises. You pushed the circle-framed glasses from your flustered face, a small smile forming from your pink lips.

-

"You're really pathetic.", a gray-haired delinquent crouched at your eye level.

The broken glass made his face obscure but it was enough to tell that he was not good news. He sighed, reaching his hand to caress your battered face. You couldn't snatch his hand away, you were too beaten.

"Insults were acceptable, but this... how could those bastards stomach this.", he clicked his tongue.

He was right, you could take the insults, the sneers and the name-calls, but this time those girls were too much. You thought it was okay if you reached out for help, but they eventually found out that you were the one who had the loose tongue that told the supervisors about their conduct.

It was too late to realize that they were the ones who rule this school. They had eyes and ears everywhere, they can make any student fall to their knees with one threat. They were unstoppable.

"I have a plan ____.", he smirked, showing a snag tooth.

"You only need to follow me.", the blood from your eyebrow dropped to your skirt.

-

"H-h-haizaki-k-kun w-what should I-I do now?", your voice was shaking.

Tears were falling from your blood-stained cheek. You held the knife tighter, afraid of what will be the consequences from your actions. You didn't remember what happened, the moment you plunged the knife deep within the bitch's chest felt like a reliever from all the stress that has been bottled up within your heart. Their cries of anguish fed the monster inside of you, soon enough your were running around slitting their necks.

But you killed the innocent too. At that moment everyone looked like an enemy. A voice screamed inside your head. "KILL THEM! KILL THEM ___!", or was it just Haizaki? It didn't matter anyway, the adrenaline felt good.

You stood above the sea of corpses, your innocent eyes flicked towards Haizaki who stood up from his initial position. He reached for your hand that held the knife, he pointed the blade on his neck which glistened along with his eyes.

"What are you waiting for?"