Emergency Doctor English version

prologue

The rooftop suicide girl... adolescent frustration syndrome

I jumped towards the sky. Towards that blue sky.

I aligned my feet and stretched my arms in a cross, cutting through the wind.

The summer of 17.

I wanted to say goodbye to this world.

Let's look up. Let's not think about falling at all.

Let's just believe in flying and nothing else.

I had a dream, I still have that dream.

But... reality is different.

I refused to accept that reality.

By refusing, maybe I was proving that I was alive.

No one knows the real me.

Even my parents didn't know the real me.

But I thought that was fine.

That's fine...

Because no one wants to know my real feelings.

That's fine.

So there's nothing left to leave behind.

I just wanted to go towards the sky.

To that cloudless sky.

Life is long or short

It doesn't matter from the weight of the feelings that person has lived.

I think I've lived hard for these 17 years.

So I'm fine now.

I probably can't fly in the sky.

If I take a step, my body will... fall.

I'll never go to the sky. I know that.

The sound of the wind wriggling in my ears.

Gooooh.

That's the only sound I can hear.

I don't want to hear anything.

By hearing, the image of what happens next will be projected in my mind.

I know.

Falling means... I die.

I get bloody and messy, and a bright red liquid flows out around me.

Gradually, my body feels light.

Ah, it feels good somehow.

Even if I don't step out, I feel like I'm floating in the air.

The strength of my hand holding the wire mesh gradually fades.

The wind pushes me out.

The rooftop of a five-story building.

People's voices are heard.

I feel like I can hear voices.

Even though there shouldn't be anyone, people gather and stare at me.

What is it? The voices sound like the bustle of the city.

Somehow, the sound becomes pleasant to me.

"Come on, fly"

"Go"

"Ah, no good"

Bloody, it looks like a lot of work to clean up.

That doesn't matter to me.

Because when I fall, I'm already dead.

Where will I go when I die?

Do people really have something called a soul?

If they do, then my soul must have already gone to another world far away.

One hand came off the wire mesh.

Suuu, a strange sensation of power leaving my whole body.

I was no longer afraid of falling.

Rather, it was painful to be alive in this state still.

Just a little more.

Just a little more and I feel like I can ride the wind. Ride the wind and dance in the sky.

There's nothing to think about.

Haha, think? What?

It's strange. Even though I'm about to die now, my feelings are very calm.

Softly. Slowly my body... falls down.

The sound of the wind gooooh touches my ears for a moment.

Then I saw it.

The color of that sky was... very blue.

I became part of the blue sky...

Thud...

Goodbye... me.

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