Her name is Misaki.
She is someone that makes my days better every time I feel like shit.
Even now in school, the place I hate the most, her presence brings me comfort.
This depressing atmosphere disappears as soon as she appears.
I feel like she, Misaki, is the answer to my long time unanswered question... Why?
"Why are you late, Misaki" The teacher asked with a creepy smile.
"I- I- I'm so sorry sir, I- I- I-" She couldn't finish her sentence because she was shaking helplessly.
"Take your seat, Misaki, and meet my in my office after class, I know a good way to fix this" The teacher said with a creepy face while winking one eye.
"O- o- okay sir" She said while trembling from fear knowing what will happen.
Everyone in the classroom senced what was to happen but no one had the courage to do anything.
Everyone knew that he was a huge manipulator and everyone working in the school only believed him.
But I have a good plan on how to change that.
I won't let her suffer... Not this time.
The bell rang, introducing the end of the first class.
We never stay in the same classroom so each subject has its own classroom.
We had history class with Mrs. Akira. One of my favorite teachers that actually cares about everyone but I really needed to act quick because of course.. Misaki wasn't in class.
I knew right away that I might be late. I had to hurry up.
I can't let that idiot teacher do anything bad to my loved one.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Akira but- but I, I have to go to the nurse's office." I said while rushing through the door heading to his office.
He is going to get fired.. This time for sure.
I slowly went in his classroom and...
What I saw there..
What I saw there was trauma, I-
I couldn't move.
The teacher was half naked, Misaki was refusing to take her underwear off even though he was forcing her.
They were yelling so loud. But I really couldn't do anything. I couldn't move. I couldn't take out my phone to record it so I could show it to the feds..
I was helpless. But not as near as she was.
Suddenly, a flashback flashed through my head.. It was- It was-
It was..... my father... doing the same thing to my real mother. The one I thought i never met.
From that point on... everything was clear to me. As clear as day
That's why I was unable to move. Because I was traumatized from the same thing I had witnessed in my early childhood.
But this time.. This time it wasn't mom and dad.
It was my crush and the teacher I hate even more than my father.
Tears shed from my eyes as I was stuck in one place... helpless
Why do I have to be the one going through things like this?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
"WHY?" I accidentally yelled my thought.
That's when.. he... turned around.