"Watch out" the voice wasn't one of concern but a mocking tone

  "Oh right you can't" then the voice burst into laughter followed by the others

  So childish, I thought

  I raised my hand to wipe off the smudge on my glasses

  It was soft and runny

  Eggs then

  Meaning that it would be harder to remove

  I had no expression on my face and walked to the male bathroom to clean my glasses

  I bumped into people randomly and it felt like there were more people than usual in the hallway

  Normally they would be cursing me out for bumping into them

  Even though they clearly made sure I hit them on purpose

  Then they would say in anger

  "Can't you see" as if looking at a joke

  "Oh right you're the blind kid, it shows" the person beside them would say

  Then everyone in the corridor would start snickering

  I would just stand silent waiting for them to get over it

  Then I would roll my eyes as they walk away still laughing

  Tsk,

  for heirs to large families, they are so childish

  At present, no one stopped to mock me or make a lame blind joke

  They hurried past me

  Through the blurry shapes that the world appears to me in

  I could guess that they were carrying people who were limp

  After looking some more, I left to go to the male bathroom

  It was empty and clean

  I took off my glasses and the world went dark

  I rubbed them but it was still only darkness that I could see

  Or more accurately I couldn't see

  Even with the glasses, I could only recognize shapes and colors

  Basically the world that I can see is only in two types

  Blurry or dark

  There's no in between

  I wonder if this is the only thing that I'll ever be able to see

  Instead of rinsing my glasses, I stumbled my way to the wall and sat down

  My hands went to place the headphones that were always on me; on my ear

  The melody began and the sound of instruments harmonizing with a person singing felt soothing

  I increased the volume to full blast and smiled

  This should be enough, I thought

  Then I placed my hand into my pocket and brought out the blade

  It was a cutlery knife that I stole during lunch in the cafeteria

  It was dull of course because the only thing it was meant to cut was soft meat

  But I have been sharpening it for a long time using anything I could find

  I couldn't see it so my thumb brushed around the edge until I felt it sting

  I smiled

  It seems it should be sharp enough to make the cut

  All I need is to press that sharp edge on the skin of my wrist accurately cutting the major artery

  Then close my eyes and listen to the music as I slowly lose consciousness

  But it's not time yet

  If I die here without any preparation then the Noi family will just push the blame to the school

  I can see it now, blind boy sponsored by the Noi family killed from school bullying

  Then they would place the blame on a minor family that was getting on their nerves

  And would promise the public to seek justice

  Hypocrites

  I hate those kind of people the most

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  No I have to prepare adequately

  Just like the way the tones in music can be erratic in terms of arrangement but result in a beautiful melody

  My death has to be the most beautiful melody created

  That's why I was happy to realize that there was something off about school today

  There were a lot of people getting sick spontaneously and collapsing

  Though no one else seems to be concerned and I don't blame them

  It would be a miracle for young masters to care about anyone but themselves

  Especially 15 year old young masters

  The only thing that doesn't change with a young age is petty pranks and insults

  Though maybe I should be thankful to the orphanage that they don't beat me

  But sadly I wish they would

  I wish they would beat me to death so that I would become a stain to the precious Noi family's honor

  But the Noi family was very strict with their instructions

  I was their puppy

  A toy whose purpose was to look good infront of the public

  I was just a means of controlling the public and it disgusted me

  I hate the Noi family

  They go around pretending to be saints while destroying lives

  They say that they are adopting the children in the slums to save them

  But they push them deeper into despair

  On the guise of "adopting"

  They cripple them and parade them around

  Dressed neatly, well fed and happy smiles on their faces

  Even though life dealt them a hard hand,

  look they are smiling

  So why don't you smile too by believing in us, the Noi family

  Disgusting hypocrites

  Actually I'm more disgusted in myself for ever thinking that I was going to be saved

  I am disgusted that I was happy for being chosen at the time

  Just for me to face an even greater despair

  I thought that I was dirty so it made sense for the people that brought me to the orphanage, to smuggle me in

  They hide us like they were kidnapping us and took us to this nice building

  They said it was an Orphanage

  A place where kids with no parents like us to find hope

  It was named Hope

  Truly ironic

  It was the place that made me lose all hope

  They took us in and treated us well for a year

  Then the despair began

  They would pick ten kids, five boys and five girls

  The criteria was we had to be moderately good looking or at least cute enough

  Then they took us to the basement

  The director of the orphanage that was always smiling at us would appear

  He was smiling as always but the words that came out of his mouth sent shivers down our minds

  We were 10 years old, not that aware of things in life

  But we still knew what would be bad for us, especially after coming out of the slums

  "These are good kids"

  "Break his left leg until he has a limp"

  "Break her right hand until it's useless"

  "Break his right leg"

  "Break her left hand"

  "Cut of his right leg"

  "Cut of her right hand"

  "Hit his head until she's a fool"

  "Cut off her fingers"

  " Blind his eyes"

  "Pluck out her eyes"

  "Make sure it's very neat and they don't die"

  The director said this words to each kid still with that smile

  We, the kids weren't fools and we did try to escape

  But they were a lot of big and strong men

  We were caught and the operation was carried out by doctors

  So in that dark, bloody basement

  They poured a liquid into my eyes that felt like acid

  I shed tears struggling but my world slowly turned dark

  And then I couldn't see

  I passed out and woke up in the basement alone

  I couldn't hear any voices or movements

  So I felt around, calling out to the other kids

  I eventually felt a sticky liquid and soft bodies

  Then I knew

  They were dead

  The other kids were dead and I was the only survivor left

  I shed bloody tears until the director came to pick me up

  After that, I was forced to eat, sleep and dress nicely

  I was taken care of by a nanny and displayed to the public

  The orphanage took care of my schooling, food and rent

  They even developed special glasses that made me moderately able to see

  Though the purpose was to show off their efforts in taking care of us

  Over the years, they sent a lot of kids to the basement and every time, I would hear them scream

  The director placed all of us in a room above the basement so that we would hear them torturing the newcomers

  With the purpose of ensuring we never have the idea of rebellion

  Eventually it was time for me to enter high school

  They gave me a series of instructions and threatened to kill the kids left behind in the orphanage

  I admit that I do have some acquaintances there but so what

  They don't actually like me

  They are just glad that they weren't chosen to become like me

  After all, the orphanage still needed normal orphans

  Even though they didn't tell the kids what they did and claimed I had an accident while going out

  But living in the slums made us smarter for our age

  So they knew that it was on purpose

  But they didn't care what they did as long as they weren't the victims

  And I don't care about the hypocritical care they showed me over the years

  They wanted to take advantage of the fact that the director took care of me

  No matter if the reason was because he crippled me himself

  Anyway I agreed to go to the high school for the elite obediently

  I promised to be on my best behavior but they didn't trust my words

  So they placed a chip in my glasses to monitor my movement

  I was their best display doll and had to remain that way

  Then when I got old, I would be thrown away

  Probably in a body bag buried underground

  I knew that clearly

  I didn't want to escape but to destroy them

  Utterly tear apart all that they have built until there was nothing left

  But not yet

  If I do it, in such a hidden place without any witnesses then it would all be for nothing

  But this is the best time to slip away

  There was something going on and I could feel it

  I planned to cut one of the collapsed kid making them bleed and force the school to call an ambulance

  Then I would sneek into it as they drive the student away

  Anyway it's easy to deceive people when you're blind

  I placed the knife back in my pocket and hummed along to the music in my ears

  The headphones were a sort of compensation from the director of the orphanage

  He said I could ask for anything I want as a reward for my service

  And I asked for blue headphones

  Blue was the color of my iris before I became blind

  Now it's silver white

  They went beyond what I requested and made me a special set of headphones

  It was blue sleek and high tech specially from the Ming tech corporation

  It was connected to my brain signals and had infinite battery life from that special ore

  It could respond to my commands I said in my head and doubled as a phone by adding holographic image

  Honestly they would have bugged the headphones too if they knew that I come here and be out of their sight

  Unfortunately I was their first experiment and they assumed that I would either live in the orphanage under supervision

  or be killed by them

  They did try to bug the headphones when I was preparing to come here

  But I had it on me at all times

  It was waterproof so there was no need to take it off while bathing

  At least they could get to my glasses

  And they made sure I didn't have any contacts except the director

  And of course the kids in the orphanage who were the supposed hostages

  But unfortunately I don't care about their life or death

  All I want is to destroy the Noi family in my own way

  I smiled at that thought and went back to the sink where I left my glasses

  I was rinsing it under the water when the door opened

  I couldn't see who it was but I did hear them slam the door

  I heard a thud which I guessed was the sound of someone falling

  I felt that something was wrong and tried to move away

  Unfortunately I was too late as I felt someone slam into me

  I tried to push the person of but I couldn't see anything

  So I moved my hands to where it felt like the person was

  Then I felt a pain in my neck and I realized that something bit me

  I struggled some more but it was useless

  What can a blind man do

  I slowly drifted off and my eyes rolled back admist the chewing sounds and the song from my headphones