Prologue

As cold winter brushed off me, it felt like a block of ice being pressed against my skin. My gaze drifted to the empty sea, though the water was shallow, it's deep enough for a person to drown.

If only one could turns back the time. 'I wish I could restart this path that I have chosen.' My thoughts faded when I heard a group of guys walking passed me.

Their black attire and one of them wearing a fedora hat really shows that they want people to know they're a mafia. It was no surprise, this city was now filled with pick-pockets and gang members.

I decided to approach the mafia members. Their laughter instantly died and was replaced with a glare towards me. "What do you want you little shit, get lost. We don't want to dirty ourselves with killing one of you poor ass again." One of the member spoke up, following with giggles from the other.

My tone was flat as my view drifted upon the tower clock, pointed at the time it was 3:00 AM. "I'm not a beggar. But in fact, I do want you guys to kill me." My tone was flat. Normal people must've thought that I was crazy for taunting the mafia. But I couldn't care less, it's the only way that I could run away from my problems. It's the only way that I finally end my suffering.

Before I even realized it, I heard the gun clicked as a bullet being shot into my chest. It went straight to my heart.

I felt my body fell against the hard sidewalk. All I could hear was their cruel laughter as blood began pooling, staining the road brick. I barely felt my body was being picked up before two of them throw my body into the water. I slowly drifted to the bottom, my last view was the tower clock. 3:33 AM, what a coincidence to die at a perfect numbers.

God of the crimson moon, one could barely handle the pain in heart, may one's suffering being felt to those who deserves.

Their laughter, their face, their voices. I was angry, yet I couldn't do anything.

   I want to change this pathetic moments of me,

               I want to get revenge,

  I want them to suffer the way that they made me,

               I want them dead.

I felt my conscious regain. I slowly opened my eyes to see a familiar classroom. Wooden chair and table. It was loud, students were running, laughing and screaming everywhere. 'No way, have I reincarnated? No...I'm back to the past. My heart was now beating fast instead of being silent like it's supposed to. Each heartbeats felt like it would came out of my mouth. Before I noticed, a smile carved upon my lips.

I'm so excited, I could kill them, finally! I could torture each one of them like how they did to me, or even worse. I want to watch them cry from pain, as their blood filled their throat until no voice came out. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm so excited I felt like I'm about to die again!

My eyes rolled to the back from excitement as I imagine the explicit things in my head. I cover my mouth and take a deep breath.

My ears picked up a familiar laughter. Soon my gaze drifted to one particular girl, Fione. Her face pisses me off. Alongside with her other friend group. Right...I notice the way they glanced at me for a few seconds as they went back to have a conversation. I noticed how their voices went lower this time. Probably talking shit about me.

They knew that I was staring at them. Their laughter was loud, it tied a knot in my stomach. As if they were taunting me.

I got up from my seat, the wooden leg chair scraping against concrete floor. I stepped up to the group,their bickering quited down when they see me walking up to them. One of the girl nudges Fione shoulder as Fione gave me a disgusted look. It's like she was seeing a fly landed on her dessert.

Fione cocky smile quickly change when she saw me holding a knife cutter.

The surrounding became silent. My ears was ringing as if to cover their screams when the knife sunk into her neck. Warm and thick blood gushed out like a water pipe until it sprayed everywhere, painting the white school uniform to crimson red.

I pushed her down and began stabbing her right chest multiple times, as if I'm afraid that she would get up and punch me. It was tough at first because of the flesh was protected by the bones but thankfully my knife cut smoothly through the muscles and tissues.

I pushed the knife all the way in, watching her squirming, grasping for air that her heart couldn't inhale. I noticed the fear in her eyes until her pupils dilate and her body movement slowly stopped.

My hearings slowly cleared as I take in the fact that she was now dead before getting held down.

Everyone was screaming, running out of the class to seek safety, from me.

Finally, they feared me. I won't let myself being used anymore. I did it. Despite what I had done, the grip on my wrist won't ease as the weight being put on my back. I turned around to see Mizu-sensei was the one that was pinning me to the floor.

In my past life, Mizu-sensei knew that I get bullied throughout my senior year. Yet she kept her mouth shut and take no singular action knowing Fione father has more power and wealth than the entire school.

I barked out a laugh as my glare to her as deep as ever. I gave her a smile right at her expressionless face. "You call yourself an admirable teach, you're just a loser. A loser that's afraid to stand up for justice." My threat seems to not draw any reaction from her, though I saw her expression falter a bit.

Mizu expression remained the same as police started to rushed into the classroom and picked me up before pushed me against the hard wall. The grunt out a bit in pain before one of them cuffed me.

I clicked my tongue as they dragged me into the police car with a loud siren blazing, attracting people's outside the school.

As the car took off, I saw the crowd giving me a fearful look, some with anger. I rolled my eyes, looking up the sky from inside the car window. Finally, I've been reborn. I'm sorry God, you must bring me back with cause of pity, a second chance for me to make my life right. But...seeing her suffer and die in a slow, painful way was enough to gave me satisfaction.

"Where are we taking the kid?"

"Where else, to the vision prison."

"A bit harsh don't you think?"

"This fucker deserves it."

Upon hearing the two cops conversation from the back seat I suppose fear would crept in me. But I don't really care, for now. As long as I behave myself, that should be enough to get me out of trouble.

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