It was another day at school. Kids, bustling. Teachers, scolding... Your typical school for a typical student such as me. With a back tap, "Hey Ken! Look at this!" ...Your usual school bullies. 

He added "Ken, Ken, Ken." I ran as hard as I could and before I even noticed, I arrived at the library. My favourite place. A place of peace. The only place where I can be at ease. And so, I entered. Went to the seat I frequented and... 

'Die Nerd. Such a creep. So pathetic. Trash. You are nothing. Piece of shit. Kill yourself.' 

These exact words. Engraved in my table, while my chair was glued and littered with thumb tacks. I was entirely dejected. I couldn't turn to the librarian. No one will ever side with me. My life has been at its worst. Teachers favour them over me and even my advisor tolerates their bullying. 'What purpose should I have to suffer?' Those words rang into my head as I was about to go to our classroom. 

DING! DING! It was already Chemistry, one of my favourite subjects. "Take out your textbooks and open page 32" Said the professor. Few moments passed, and he asked "Ken, take out your textbook, and OPEN PAGE 32!" 

I had to make an excuse, I just had to. But I couldn't. "Professor, I left my bag at the." "—Out!" Before I could finish, I was shut off. 

That left me disheartened. I stepped outside, went to look for my bag. I walked the school hallways, and near the Comfort Room's Trashbin, stuck out a backpack strap. I rushed towards it. "My bag!" 

From there, "What do we have here?" 'It's them!' Frantically, I leaned left and right! But there was no one! I was about to cry, but I couldn't find anyone. "Come over here." They dragged me to the comfort room, I caught a glimpse of someone who ran... I squealed "Ple... Hel" But he just ran. Leaving me by myself. 

From that moment forward, it was just torture. They drowned me in the Toilet, they kicked my stomach, beat me up, drowned me. They had their way with me. They made sure not to wound my face. By the time it was over, I was bruised all over. My face looked fine but my hands had visible marks. I was treading across the hallway. Everyone who saw me felt uncomfortable. 

As I continued, the advisor spotted me. He was suspicious and asked. "What happened?" I just shrugged it off and replied, "I fell on the stairs, sir." He then responded with an unsatisfied expression "Be careful next time" As he turned back, I overheard "Tch, creepy brat" That broke my heart even further. '

My life has no meaning. My sole purpose is to frustrate others. Life is Hell. I should have never existed. I should have Never Existed!... No, I am not the problem... This world, everyone... All others here, is the problem. If I were to die...' I chuckled.

"If I were to die…" Uttering in a silent voice… Laughed. "Ahahaha" I cried. "I am not the problem. Everyone else. Their existences are aberrant to mine. If that is so…'Looking above I smiled, 

"May all of you, live your life to the fullest"