I'm a vocational school student, and life hasn't been kind to me. I've never met my biological father, and my mother is actually my stepmother. She's been violent toward me for as long as I can remember.
School is the only place where I can escape from home. There, I don't have to endure constant cutting remarks and abuse. At least someone cares about me.
But it didn't last. My stepmother made me drop out. She said our family was under too much financial pressure and couldn't support both of us, so I had to quit school and go home to look after the shop.
My older brother is a good person. He's sometimes rough with me, but I can tell he means well.
At least I have a good brother at home, I thought. I have to do everything I can to help him someday.
But I can't help him anymore...
My body's so cold. Everything's gone dark. I'm so sleepy.
Never mind. If I die, it'll all be over.
