Run Over Chapter 1.3

After being stuck in that play centre, I sat in the clerk-filled train. A man, devoured in trash, flew at me, and even snorted unpleasantly, but I turned away indifferently. And though I looked calm, I was furious. I struggled with all my might to remain silent. I tensed up and waited for my station. I calmed my emotions, as if lifting a sinker from the pendulum of a metronome.

Calm down.

Having cooled down, I imagined myself as an external observer. But I still didn’t put out my anger completely, so I stole the wallet of the impudent.My attack was finished before the victim even noticed anything. There were only four thousand yen inside the wallet. Carry more, bastard.

I barely noticed how the train arrived at my station. I went out of the train. And I was home almost right away. The house was quite spacious, a 3LDK. I opened a box of fast food that I bought along the way. I swallowed the cold potatoes and hamburger.

It’s not that I lived alone: my father was stuck in a hospital bed, and my mom was having fun with insurance money and was always disappearing somewhere. Relations in my family didn’t work out from the very beginning, but I still checked on my father. And that’s it. This is how I’ve been living for the past three months.

After several minutes, I stuffed the hamburger package and the disgustingly cold potatoes into a paper bag and threw it into the trash. I never liked to wash the dishes, so I switched over to conveniently buying the food. Everything was taken for one use. Disposable paper bags, in which I threw away the garbage. Disposable cups, disposable straws, disposable chopsticks. Everything was thrown out daily, and new ones were bought the very next day. Even my disposable parents, for whom I turned out to be a disposable child, disappeared like that garbage.

After taking a shower, I got stuck in the internet and then went to bed.

Thus my day ended. And this is how everyone of them passed. Not a single detail has been kept in my memory. Wake up, go to school, eat. The days flashed by like monotonous items on a shopping list. Shower, search the net, sleep. Another day has come to an end. The next is no different.

Repeat. Repeat.

A day, a week, a month, a year.

I didn’t notice how I grew up to become a seventeen-year-old.

Copy-paste, copy-paste, copy-paste.

And here.

Minato Rica.

She appeared out of nowhere.

Chapter end