Chapter 4 Takashi:
Snow. That’s what I saw walking home that day, and that’s what I see now. I come from a bad background, a background nobody should know. I won’t even tell anyone I trust, except my room-mate. He’s been there for me since the beginning and knows everything, and that’s how it is meant to be. I don’t need anyone else to help me. I have Arata and that is it. I don’t need a girlfriend, since I don’t find them attractive at all, and I don’t need family. He is enough for me, and I’m fine with that.
As I had arrived to my house, the snow was falling. The middle of winter the weather had sucked, especially when you hate the cold. It brings to much memories and pain left behind with it. I won’t explain why but maybe I will confess in the future. I pulled out a warm cup of coffee and sat on the couch waiting for my siblings. My brother would be picking up fast food for us with the youngest sibling. I hated it here, one small house and barely making the bills. I can’t work yet so I’m not able to help. I don’t know how my sister does it, but she gets a lot of money coming home from school. So that helps a ton! But honestly, I would rather be here than on the streets.
I had gotten home an hour later. I would’ve gotten home sooner but some creeps were following me and I had to hide for at least half an hour. I don’t see why people would think of me as their prey, but it happens. And this definitely wasn’t the first or the last. These things happen in the poor part of the country. Everyone is used to it, except the newbies. You hear people scream three times a day since they weren’t expecting to get mugged or raped. If you can’t fight or hide, you might as well die or leave, since you wouldn’t be able to survive a day or even an hour here. I walked into my room and laid on my bed staring up at the ceiling. I knocked on the wall behind me, assuring my roommate I made it home safely. He worries sometimes but he knows that in certain situations I can handle myself. Seconds later I had heard another knock, Aratas reply of welcoming me back. He plays guitar so there was no point of me coming in especially when he’s practicing and scarring him as well as me. I left all my clothes on that night as passed out, preparing myself for the next day of knowing that I’ll see that boy once more like every other day. It’s not like I hate him, but he seems like that kind of person who would break an innocent girls heart or even a boys. I don’t know, I shouldn’t judge by his face but it’s a hunch.
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