Chapter 3 (2/2)

No matter how much I shouted, how much I begged, n.o.body stopped. When I try to say something I get beaten, showered with abuse from the surroundings.

Even if I wanted to die, I can’t die because of the priest or whoever healing me enough to not die. I couldn’t bear with it anymore and tried to bite my tongue to kill myself but, I got beaten by the people that noticed, and I was gagged.

……Kaa-san is probably worried about me. It’d be nice if Stella and guys said something clever to her.

As I absentmindedly think of such things, ‘Gigii’ the sound of the door opening could be heard. Aa, It’s already that time. Again, I’m going to be beaten. Or, I’m going to be burned. Whatever it is, I don’t want it.

But, I who couldn’t put in any strength into my legs collapsed on the spot. And when I did, a pain runs through my stomach. I endure it without letting out a groan. I’ve learned it from these couple of days. When they hear me shout, they find it amusing and beat me up even more. That’s why I will endure it.

“Ora, quickly stand up, you demon!”

Once again being pulled up, I was forcefully made to walk. I don’t know because I was blindfolded but, it seems like I’m being brought somewhere.

Sometimes I’m beaten by a pole, getting kicked as I walk, I hear the noisy voices of people speaking. What I heard was ‘That’s a demon……’ ‘Filthy’ ‘Why is he alive’ and sorts, nothing but that.

Before I knew, it seems like I’m walking on a street. But, why do I have to be berated that way. What are you saying I have done.

I walk as I harbour the anger that has no suitable outlet within me and, an impact ran through my head. I felt something hard hitting me. When one person starts throwing, the people around start throwing one after the other. Not one person, has any hint of stopping. I could only clench my teeth and endure it.

How long have I been walking since then. It felt like I had walked an entire day. Even though I’m not sure because I’m blindfolded and couldn’t see the surrounding. When I realized, the impact from the hard object has stopped, occasionally, just getting hit from the back.

My body is probably filthily dirtied with blood and mud. Even though I didn’t choose become like this, the surrounding keeps going ‘filthy demon’.

Already, my heart doesn’t hurt no matter what was said to me. My heart might already be on the brink of breaking. That’s what I thought but, not yet, my heart isn’t broken. No, thinking about it afterwards it might have been better if it was broken. If that was the case, it could’ve ended without me feeling all that.

Seemingly arriving somewhere, I was forcefully made to sit on the spot. Then, the blindfold is taken off. Because it has been a long time since I opened my eyes, the vision was blurry at the beginning and I didn’t know anything but, little by little my eyes got used and, I understood that I was surrounded by lots of people.

Then, I who looked around, trembled to the sight of the familiar scenery. That’s right, the place I was dragged to was, the village where I was born and raised in.

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