This is the twelfth day that I have been trapped in the room by him. This day is very special. He has to take the college entrance examination and it is also my only chance to escape.
The knife and fork I had prepared in advance was hidden behind my back. Unfortunately, he saw through the wound on my hand.
"You're hurt!"
"Knife wound."
"Did you hide the knife?"
I had no choice but to push him away. The knife and fork moved from the place where it was supposed to be inserted to the heart on my right chest, and my clothes were torn.
My hands were clenched and turned white, but my strength did not decrease at all.
"Hate me?" He asked.
"Hate." I replied.
After answering, I pulled out the blade without hesitation, gathered strength in my wrist, and inserted it hard again.
I watched him fall, obviously relieved, but with a hint of regret.
"Ozawa..." I called his name, but couldn't hear any answer.
[High school student × office worker]
Note: The text is in the third person;
Everyone is mentally disturbed;
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