Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Drama

People don't think deeply.
We may think long and hard about things, 
but we never think on a deeper level.
Society does not think as individuals, 
but rather, as a hive.
We have a leader. 
Protectors.
Workers.
And if you're a weak link, you have to be eliminated. Erased from the hive forever. 
I learned this the hard way.
From a young age, I was told that I had to be useful to be wanted. That to be accepted, I had to have something to make me advantageous to the world I lived in. 
So is the way.
For those who could not provide, life was not given. They live in the slums, huddled underneath thin blankets and sheltered by walls equivalent to rags in the wind. Food is always scarce, and fights break out often. Many of the people are killed, usually by the military "protecting" those who are worthy enough to live in the city. Sturdy, concrete walls surround my home, Alester, a large metropolitan area for people who had assets that society desired. I used to think that what the world told me was true. That if you weren't useful, you didn't deserve to be happy.
And then I met Tori Kūki. A girl who, before becoming an outcast, had enjoyed cold pizza, museums, and watching birds.
Her family claimed she had no talent for anything, but I knew differently. 
She could sing.
Tori was possibly the best singer I had ever heard (not to mention the only one, since intoning wasn't considered a desired trait). We had no music, no video games, no fictional books, and no sports. The only reason I knew of these things was because I had managed to steal a history book, describing all of these activities in great detail, out of our local library. 
I had cried when Tori was banished. The police had broken down her door and dragged her away, kicking and screaming. I could only watch in horror, while everyone else on the block smiled. From that point on, they discussed Tori as if she were an object, calling her It, Thing, or That. 
I kept calling her Tori.
I stand now at the place Tori is buried. Even as I write this, I can feel my hatred for the society that I had lived in for so long, thinking their morals and beliefs were right.
She had been murdered. They claimed Tori had tried to climb the walls into the city with the rest of the rebels, but I knew what happened. They had shot her in cold blood. She had nothing to do with that revolt, and they killed her.
I will make them pay for what they did. 
My name is Kasai Jigoku,
And society will remember my name.