Kira

My name is Shin Nakamura, I’m twenty years-old, and I was born to a loving couple in Osaka. Having lost my parents at such a young age, I would always tell people fantastical stories about the things my father and mother did, I would fabricate their beauty because I didn’t know exactly what they looked like, and I would always sell it with a smile. From a young age, I trained myself to be a good liar. Ever since I lost my parents in that horrific car crash, I lied to everyone around me: my peers, my teachers, the world. I hid my pain behind smiling facades that only made me fall deeper and deeper into a pit of self-loathing. Why couldn’t I save them? Why do I deserve to live? Why couldn’t I just die with them? My counselors tell me that I have a strong case of survivor’s guilt, but I know it’s not that. It has to be something more than that.