I came from an unhappy family. My father is gay, my mother is a lesbian, and my younger sister is bisexual, has bipolar disorder, and hates being alive. I used to think I was the only normal one in our family. I did all the laundry, cooking, and housework, cared for my parents and doted on my sister, excelled at school, and was well-rounded in every way. I was the apple of my teachers' eyes, the backbone of my class, and the dream boyfriend of every girl at school.
Then one morning, my sister flung her bloodstained underwear in my face and hysterically demanded to know if I'd tried to kill myself in the bathroom while everyone was asleep. Apparently, I hadn't realized I fainted at the sight of blood. I'd barely managed to scratch myself before passing out in the pile of underwear she'd left unwashed for a week!
"If you're going to die, why not find somewhere clean? What if the police come over and find out I haven't washed my underwear in a week? How am I supposed to show my face?"
My heart was shattered...
After that, I gave up on trying to wake my family up by threatening suicide. Instead, I decided to become a dark, scheming person and take revenge on them, and on society!
But it all came to an abrupt halt when my deskmate, Xiaoyu, moved in with me!
Xiaoyu isn't actually her name. It was the name she signed on a love letter she sent me, a letter that had been sitting in the trash under my bed for three years. Only then did I suddenly realize she'd been part of my life for five years, and had confessed to me three years ago, back in my second year of middle school. At the time, I told her solemnly that I had to study hard and keep improving, and that she should find some other delinquent boy to date instead of dragging me into trouble! But in truth, I hadn't even remembered her name, let alone noticed that she went to the same high school as me, was in the same class, and had even been my deskmate for half a year?!
What was Xiaoyu's real name?
Let me think...
Theme: The world needs light and sunshine.
