Masaki's POV
-Flashback-

I hate this cruel world. Everyone loves to pick on me. Why is everyone so mean? Is there no nice person on this Earth? I don't understand. I sighed and was walking along the sidewalk. I saw the beautiful water. I love water, even though I can't swim. I've tried to swim, but I just can't. Maybe sometime I should get a teacher. The water was blue and full of chlorine. I climbed the fence and sat near it, watching it wave back and forth in the wind. I know that I'm most likely not supposed to be here, but I just can't help myself. It is just so beautiful.

I stood up and went towards the water and looked at my reflection. My ugly face. My ugly body. No one would ever want to be friends with someone like me. No one. Why did I have to be born into this world? I don't understand. I should have never been born. I was just about to go home when there were two people from my school, in a grade higher than me. They pushed me back so I couldn't leave. "What are you doing here Masaki!?" One of them said.

"I can do what I want! You don't get to tell me what I can and can't do!" I yelled back and tried to run away.

One of the guys grabbed my arm, "Where do you think you're going? You can't leave before we're done with you." They both smirked. Why does everyone hate me? I don't get it? What did I ever do to them?

"Let go of me!" I yelled trying to get my arm out of his grasp. He was too strong for me. It's not fair. Life's not fair. Is there no one who will help me? Will everyone just walk past and continue on with their life pretending not to notice?

"Not a chance." He pulled me over to the pool, "If you like the water so much, then why don't you go in instead of admiring it from afar!" He pushed me in. The other guy was just watching while they both laughed. After a couple minutes, they walked away. A couple minutes after they left someone came by. I thought he would just walk by like everyone else, but he climbed the fence and jumped in the pool.

Instead of walking past like everyone else, he actually came to save me. Maybe there are good people in this world after all. Not many, but at least a few. When he pulled me out of the pool, I was having a hard time breathing. He ended up needing to give me CPR. I coughed up water and opened my eyes. I saw someone who looked worried in front of me. When he saw my eyes open, he looked happy and relieved. "I'm sorry for putting you through all this trouble." I said. "I should have died anyways. And I would have if you weren't walking past."

"Don't worry about it. And don't say that you should have died! No one should die!" He said, "I'm just glad that you're alright."

"Thank you..." I said and looked down. I got up and tumbled a bit, and he got up to help me.

"I can walk you home." He said. I nodded and pointed the way that my house is. He held me so I wouldn't fall over during all of the walk home. When we got there he said, "Maybe I'll see you around sometime." I nodded and he walked away.

I walked inside and my dad was at the door. He slapped me on the face. "Where have you been!? You were supposed to be home 20 minutes ago! And why are you wet!?"

"Stuff happened dad. I don't want to talk about it." I said. He pushed me against the door. And yelled at me to get up to my room. Mom came up to dad a couple minutes later and said, "You didn't have to be so harsh to him."

"Well, he gets what he deserves for not following the rules!" Dad said and they start arguing. They argue like this everyday. I can never get peace. Why is life so cruel. It would be a couple years later when life actually starts to get better. My parents got a divorce and I stayed with my mom. I changed schools and there were better people there who I could become friends with. I lived there for 3 more years until I moved to where I would meet that boy who saved me that day. The boy that I fell in love with that day. And he would live right next door.