'Hey Nagisa-kun!' i heard someone call out. Not even looking at them i said, 'Good morning!' I called back and continued to walk to school

sigh what a nice life...

Lookind around i found it strange that i can't look at anyones face... Even if i wanted to i couldn't I'm not sure why but i just can't.

*insert bell noises*

Oh the bell. I sounds weird though... Why is that?

There was blurred images and it just got foggier as the 'bell' went on

"Nag..i..a! Na.. sa!"

What... Who is calling me?

"Nagi..a! NAGISAAAAAAAA!"

"gahh!" with that i fell out of bed with my furious mom standing beside me... Oh shit, did i sleep in? I took a glance at my clock, "OH SHIT NOPE!" i woke up 15 minutes later than usual. Because of that i have to prepare faster than i usually do.

Panicking i started to get ready for school, thats when I realised my mother was standing near the bed; arms crossed and face frowned. 

Instead of fearing for the worst i just stood there ready to except my punishment, since I've already grown accustom to the abuse. Both mentally, and physically.

As my mother towered over me a pair of her eight legs pinned me to the wall. All six of her eyes glaring at me. And if you haven't guessed yet, my mother: Hiromi Shiota, is a spider woman. (no not like a gender swap 'Spider man' or an actual 'Spider Woman' of the marvel world)

"Now, nagisa-CHAN. That's no way a LADY should speak." she hissed while acid was spritzed all over, "also every girl should ne organised, you should really set your body clock to the correct time.

SHIT! If it weren't for my immunity to toxins i would be dead by now, but that doesn't mean I can't feel it. IT HURTS LIKE HELL.

After wasting 20 minuets of my precious time i finally managed to get to school. But that still nothing to be happy about, unlike other 'normal' people my dislike for school is not because 'its school' but, it's practically the same as home.

Get bet up miraculously managed to survive, more abuse. Then go home to get mentally abused. This is my life. It's basically a cycle of constant pain, torture and suicidal thoughts.

Why can't i just die?

Because I don't want to.