Ch.1 - Why am I always the target?

Another day in my life. Another dollar that I had saved in my pocket. Taken. Another pencil I was using to take notes. Taken. Another cell phone I just bought to replace the old. Also taken. No matter what kind of day it is, I am always been taken advantage off.

I am Naomi, a Junior in my home town's local public high school, and you can say, im pretty antisocial, to the point where im a real pushover. Unfortunately, that had made a certain group of girls constantly hang around me. Sure they are friendly and never harmed me, but they are more than any could handle, as they keep using my things without permission, they conatantly tease or play with my thoughts, and even harass me by grabbing parts of my body, mainly my melon size breasts, a damn curse if ya ask me.

They are fellow Juniors in the school, and each one of them, two in a couple of them, I have classes with, so no matter where I go, I am stuck with at least one of them, no change at all.

Its lunch time now and thanks to them dragging me along, im stuck with them on the roof of the school. A usual spot for the group as well the spot where they always toy with me. Eating some of my homemade Onigiri, rice balls, which the group as well just let themselves partake in, one of them, the grab-iest of the bunch, decide to partake in grabbing my breasts from behind me instead. I was so use to it though, since it always happened, I didnt make any noice, not even a tiny squeak, though a blush did form on my face so it was clear I am a bit flustered.

"I swear Nao~ you get bigger everyday~. Must be the good food you always make~." The grabby girl says as she toys with my melons. The others watch a bit intently hoping to catch some reaction from me being groped, instead I talk simple and calm. "They wouldn't be so big if you didnt grope them on a daily basis, the food wouldn't do this much even if its the same thing everyday. You are the cause of them being so big."

However, I regret saying that as the girl only took it as a request to grope more, her fingers slightly digging in my breasts as she adds some roughness. My cheeks were now completely red and I slightly struggle to hold my calm stature. 'F-fuck me. Why must I insist on stating the truth, when it is my own being being used as a toy.'

Even more Unfortunate for me, two more joined in. Making me lay back into the grabby one's embrace, I felt hands caress my slightly pudgy curves as they slip beneath my clothes. "P-please dont..." I beg but it just made it worse as I felt a hand attempt to snake it's way into my panties. These girls are merciless!

The bell rings indicating the end of lunch as well as the very sexual session, I mentally worshipped the bell as it saved me from the torture. "We will continue this later in Bio Nao~." The grabby girl says giving her a squeeze hug before she got up with her group.

Sighing as I gathered up all my things the group had decided to pull out from my bag, I cleaned up, got up, and made way for the stairway with the girls still around me. I guess I cant complain about them too much really, sure they can get very forceful, but they are not without they're kindness. They have helped me in my studies a few times, they even kindly shared some chocolate before, once I had suffered a bad grade in Chemistry and one tutored me, they really have brought no harm to me, even with the past physical harassing, they are more like obnoxiously sexual siblings than bullies.

Step after step, we made way our way down the stairwell, entering the school, that was until my shirt suddenly got caught on some very old railing, halting me in place. Attempting to dislodge the cloth from the metal, the group, seeing what was going on, tried to help all at once, but as they piled together against me, forcing me against the rail, the gears of fate, shift, as did the railing.

With a loud creak, the railing gives away and I am suddenly now falling down the stairwell, ofcourse it was not a smooth drop, nope, not at all, instead I am pinballed between railings of all four floors below. Until I hit the bottom floor where I lay motionless and in complete pain, my body endured blunt attacks gravity succumbed me to against every railing on the way down, which majorly broke me quite literally in every aspect.

Whimper filled breathes escape my wide open mouth as I try keeping a steady enough breath to remain conscious, my eyes watching the group rush down toward me, surrounding me, crying hard. A couple of them were trying to get help, one calling emergency services, the other trying to call out for some teacher and or staff.

Tears stained my eyes from the pain my body suffered from, I could not move at all without pain shooting through me like a point blank shotgun, even my breathing hurts which was clear to me something was wrong in me. The grabby girl was crying into my shoulder, though it hurt, I was listened to her apologizing over and over and over again. Though they did mistakenly cause it, I cant blame her or the others one bit, they simply tried to help free my shirt, they wouldn't have known the railing was weak, it was a complete accident in my eyes and I, though barely thinking, hoped they see i as such too.

Within minutes, the stairwell was filled with paramedics whom rushed into the school from the one girl's urgent call to emergency services. They had placed a resuscitation bag over my mouth and nose to pump air into my lungs as they say I had clear signs of respiratory trauma, meaning my lungs were damage from the blunt hits of the railings. When I could absolutely understand since I painfully fell onto all four railings with mainly my upper body. Damn breasts, would think you could have cushioned the attacks a bit with your size!

Though as they attempted to keep me alive, my body was already failing to keep living, the damage too great. Slowly glancing over, watching the group of girls ramble to a paramedic about what happened, everything around me was a bit blurry, every sound a loud jumble of mumble, I watched as my consciousness slowly fades to black. Though they had tortured me for the pass two years with they're sexual actions and taking advantage of my antisocial-ness, I cant help but feel grateful for they're constant presence and ongoing kindness in the end, I admit it, they have grown on me. With some tears streaming from my eyes, two words fill me mind. 'Thank you.'

Minutes past as everyone tried to do whatever they can to save me. That is until it was painstakingly put in a brief yet easy way to say it, to everyone, to the other emergency services, to the teachers and staff, and to the group of scared girls that to the very last seconds of my life, whom I also come to see as my friends. My vitals have ceased. I... am dead.