I'm Sick of Love

Prologue

Ayano... failed. Osana was able to confess to him, her Taro-senpai. She gripped the knife she had in her hands tightly, as if it would snap in half with any more pressure. Osana was supposed to meet Ayano in her class room to discuss something, and that was when she would be eliminated. But Ayano was set up, Osana and Info-chan were working together the whole time, then Osana trapped Ayano in the classroom. The door jammed shut with no way out other than the windows.
Almost boiling with rage she opened one of the windows to then proceed to throw her knife out of it, in an attempt to kill Osana from such a distance. But she wasn't even a fifth of the way there before the knife dropped. She slammed the window shut.
A tear rolled down her right cheek, then one rolled down on her left, until it was an unstoppable waterfall. Her knees gave out. Gross sobs and screams exited her mouth. All she could do is watch, cry, rage, and hope someone would find her. Osana had won, she had lost. Everything was gone, nothing she did meant anything now.

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At six in the afternoon a teacher was scouting the halls for loitering students when she heard the now soft sniffles and whines from a class room door. Curious and concerned she tried to open it only to find that it wouldn't. She looked down to see a pallet knife, colored pencils, and an eraser jammed into the side of the sliding door. She pulled the items out and then opened the door to find a girl with black hair curled up on the floor, staring at the wall of lockers. Was someone bullying her? What else could explain the jammed door?
She proceeded to walk over to the girl, squat down and poke her side. "Miss, are you alright? Can you tell me who did this to you?" Before she was given an answer the girl suddenly got up and ran away.

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Free, Ayano sprinted away. She then proceeded to run out of the building and grabbed her bike. Her eyes vacant and her face void of any emotion she stared ahead of her as she biked home with her heart broken and mind blank. She would later aggressively pull her shrine apart and throw everything related to Taro away. He broke her, he accepted Osana. He was the problem. Osana was the problem. Everyone was the problem.
She decided to no longer love, and live her life as she did before Taro came into it; emotionally empty. She decided to not go to school the next day and the day after and the day after that, until it had been a whole month since her last class day. She thought that no one would care, she may have been a pretty good student and had actually been well liked, but that meant nothing. She still had no friends, her parents were in America chasing after someone, and she was unmotivated to do anything. What help would her presence be?