You thought you could escape?

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(Translated and arranged by Saya)

I am not smart, nor am I good at communicating with others.

I am sure I am not needed by anyone.

At home, I was literally a punching bag for my father. His abuse was becoming more and more severe everyday.

I was just so sad.

"You thought you could escape?"

I tried to run away from home, but he would always find me immediately. When he brought me home, he would hit me so much harder than he usually did.

I am the one at fault, because I am so slow.

While he hit me, my pregnant mother and big sister cooked dinner, talking cheerfully to each other.

But such unhappy days will end today.

I feel my consciousness leave me, little by little.

I know that all people --- everyone, including me --- wanted this to happen.

So I am doing what I am expected to do!

I am going to die...to make everyone happy...

A few months later.

"A healthy boy!"

An old man's voice announces.

I am crying loudly, even though I don't feel sad.

I open my eyes. I see two people, a man and a woman, looking down at me.

Somehow, they look familiar.

The man says to me in a sweet, gentle voice:

"You thought you could escape?"