I straightened my collar shirt. Today, I wear black suit: black shirt, black pants, black tie, black sunglasses, and black shoes. Visit Rachel Hunts for the last time. Last time. I give the last touch to my dirty blonde hair, it looked messed. Watching my own reflection at mirror and throwing a bitter smile to my shadow. I hate myself. Forcing my lips twitched up, but my eyes seems not co-operated with my mind. The tears drain my eyes. One person has died because of me. They bullied. and I'm the bully. They suicide and i'm the murder...