I stood looking at the building in front of me. This academy is where I'll be staying. It's an academy for kids to hone their magic. I'm here after I finished middle school. In middle school we never practiced magic, but we learned about it. The strange thing though is that I'm a guy. This school is girls only. I'm not sure why they sent me here though. I hope I get along with everyone, but I don't want them to treat me like I'm different. The academy has dorms, but I don't have a roommate (Of course), so I'm by myself.

The school has a garden that you have to walk through to get to the main buildings. The garden isn't that big, so it's no hassle. Finally I reached the actual school, above me a sign was held and in big letters it said "Magi Training Academy". I walked into the school and wondered what my school life from here on out would be like.

My first day was fine. The class was confused by why a boy was in the class. They asked me why I was here along with other questions. Honestly I don't like all this attention, but it was only like that on my first and second day. The rest of this week no one bothered me much. Until Friday

I was walking back to my dorm, when some girls from my class stopped me.

"Hey Neru." She said

She stood in front of me. Her name was Laana.

"So like, are you really strong?"

"Uh, I don't know..." I responded.

"Could you show us your weapon?" The other girl, Prisma, said.

This isn't really a good time to explain weapons, but I'll do it anyway. Most people can channel their magic into weapons. Summoning the weapon isn't that hard, it's the magic you use with the weapon that tires you out. The kind of weapon you get depends on personal preference. The few people who can't summon weapons can use passive magic, like healing magic and that stuff.

It's kind of unknown on how people were able to use magic, but it happened after the World Lynching. The World Lynching was an event, about 300 hundred years ago. Some fatal disease was spread, wiping out most of the population. There were some that survived and they made a glass dome around a large area. The outside world is apparently uninhabitable, so a bunch of people are stuck in here. It's actually very big, around a population of 600,000 is said to live here.

The last girl that was with them, Rose, said "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"Shut up Rose, let him decide."

"Umm..." I thought for a while, "I can't. Sorry, but not indoors."

"Don't be like that." Prism smirked.

"Are you scared you'll get in trouble or something." Laana said as she inched closer to me.

"I-I'm really tired. Another time." I tried going for my door, but Prisma and Laana got in the way.

"We asked you so nicely." Prisma said.

Laana quickly joined her. "Yeah, you're just gonna deny our request like that."

I looked to Rose for help.

She noticed my plea. "Guys just leave him alone."

"Rose you wouldn't understand." Prisma said.

"Yeah," Laana turned towards her, "you're just some rich girl."

She flinched. I didn't quite understand.

I spoke up. "D-Don't pick on her too."

"Oh," Laana turned back to me, "you think you're some kind of hero?"

She grabbed my collar.

"You're just a pussy."

I tried apologizing, but she threw me down.

"Whatever," She said "I'm tired."

Prisma and her walked off. I saw Rose glance back at me.

This wasn't the end of their bullying. It lasted from August until November. It was horrible.

They harrassed be continuously. They'd already forgotten about the weapon thing and now found joy in messing with me. They did things like take my food, call me things, and blackmailed me into doing things for them. Sometimes they even hit me.

I'm so useless.

I can't even stand up for myself.

It's always been like this. Everyone just ignores me. Some people see them messing with and just don't do anything.

My mom died when she had me, and my dad had left her before I was born. I was raised in an orphanage. The orphanage was good to us, they always took care of us. Even though they didn't have much money, they tried. The problem was I was never paid much attention to.

I wasn't needy, I just wanted some kind of love.

I was happy when I was at school. I never really had much friends, but I enjoyed it. Just the little conversations, no matter how little, made me happy. I was boring though.

Now I'm being bullied, and I don't know what to do.

I need help.

I feel like I'm gonna disappear.

After school, November 3rd.

The bullying was the worst then. After making a mistake that couldn't be fixed, apparently, they got angry at me. They were noticeably violent today. After kicking me in the balls, Prisma and Laana left the desolate art room. I lied down on the floor.

"Wow," Prisma walked beside Laana "you kicked him pretty hard."

"I'm just angry," Laana responded "I haven't gotten my period this month yet."

"Well, maybe it's because..." Prisma's voice trailed off.

They're too far for me to care to listen anymore.

I want to die.

I never felt like that.

I wanted to cry.

I can't take it.

I want someone to care.

My tears started to come. I felt a lump in my throat. My neck strained and I rubbed it. I rolled on my back, my tears fell towards my ears.

I silently cried in the art room.

The well drawn pictures faced somewhere else, as if not wanting to watch me.

I was crying harder now, so I went to the corner in hopes of not being found.

I was there for about thirty minutes with my head in my knees.

I looked up and saw a picture. The picture was originally made with a lot of vibrant colors. They mixed beautifully, and were so well painted.

But someone ruined it.

They threw black on it.

It ruined the other colors.

It was forced there.

Was the black purposely there, or accidentally placed ?

As I was staring at the picture, I heard footsteps. I quickly wiped my tears and got up. Their footsteps got closer.

Then they reached the art room.

It was a girl.

She had dark purple hair, and wore a thin light purple sweater with a dark purple scarf.

She looked at me perplexed.

"Are..." she tilted her head "you okay?"

That's when it began. My journey of tears and blood. I never wanted the direction of this story to proceed like it will, but I no longer had control of that.