God of death. I wonder how many of them are anticipating the day where they are allowed to steal our lives, taking away the few years we have for there own. Especially just three.

Of course, Yuri, the brother who can’t even understand most of what I say, would say, “Come on, stop it!”. Please, he is one of the two people that I even consider letting inside my head. In the first place, he’s the one not making it, the suffering obstacle. I’m not calling him a reason, there really is no blame for diseases creeping into random lives.

Hana at least seems like she’s on the same planet. Whenever I have a supposed “murderous look” on my face, she can stop her own facade and comply. She mainly keeps up with the medicine, so I can focus on money. She doesn’t have to work multiple jobs, so she needs to take it upon herself to get a proper education.

I’m kind of dreading what will happen tomorrow though.  Yuri’s condition is fairly healthy at the moment. All I have to do is seem like I exist a little more than usual and share a pointless poem. Apparently, it has to be “personal” on a deep level, but that’s the last thing I need.

I was hoping Mr. Howard had given up on me, until he singled me out. It was supposed to be our choice, but it was… implied… that I was kind of the only one left who hadn’t shared. There was a reason that I didn’t though. Who wants their day ruined by having to hear about some idiot who’s prolonging her brother’s life with only the assistance of a sister who’s helpless herself?

I waited until last night to do it, and of course I couldn’t think of how to write it. Then Hana brought me a sugary snack, and somehow my brain ordered my fingers to write. It sounded kind of dark, the way the words came out, but oh well. Guess the rest of the class will have to deal with it.

Right before I went to Mr. Howard’s classroom, Mira confronted me. “Hey, are you really gonna read poetry?”. Her face looked a little eager, so I nodded with a nonchalant look. “Cool, I’m looking forward to it”, he told me, and then walked off. Well my goodness, what was everyone talking about, me? I guess I had been a little more interactive lately than usual, but only Mr. Ward knew, so what had he told everyone?

It took a while for me to volunteer myself, and just as I was about to, I was called on. That got me a little riled up, because it’s not like I was incapable of sharing. Annoyed, I walked up to the front of the classroom, and spat out the words to get it over with. Tch. Take that Mr. Howard.