An Alpha's Diary

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[Tsumiki's Entry]

[Name: Tsumiki.

Age: 27 years.

Height: 175 cm.

Gender: Non-binary. They/them.

Appearance: With skin as pale as a vampire; drained of any essence of life and blood supply a repulsive demeanour clouds their aura. Coarse, glossy and voluminous white hair they bare. Waist length and only ever kept in a low ponytail. Eyes that resemble endless plains of barren grass sat impatiently above their dainty yet large nose.]

Friday 1st May, XXXX.

Dear Diary,

Nothing happened today. However, there was a procession in the town square during the morning. Some sort of protest. Humans are so annoying; acting as if their words have any power. Acting as if our lives can ever be satisfactory. Life can only be worth it after we mangle another's. When will they learn that every form of happiness we earn is a limited form of escapism from reality? Anyways, my new nature documentary discussing the beauties of life underwater released around a week ago. I was interested to see that the public were intrigued to see more than just my authorial work. The documentary was quite successful and quite obviously brought in quite a bit of money, not that I needed it. I thoroughly enjoy life as a successful author as in the eyes of reality money equals happiness. Although as I've stated before, happiness is only a limited and measurable feeling.

To avoid having only written half a page in today's entry I might as well write about my apartment move. I moved from a small town to yet another small town. I wanted to avoid the inconvenience of a long commute for my next piece. My new apartment is closer to the museum where I will be giving a lecture at an art exhibition therefore moving was a no brainer. The town is more lifeless than my old one. I mean it is quite picturesque so I find it odd that there aren't many visitors. I have a day off tomorrow so I might as well check out the town. I have quite the sweet tooth so a petite and homely looking bakery caught my eye. I shall see for myself whether it's worth the enthral.

Night, there is nothing more I wish to write.

[Hikone' Entry]

Saturday 2nd May, XXXX.

Dear Diary,

Today was yet another term within my sequence of monotony; yet also beyond infuriating. I- I hate it, I hate being unable to speak my word. That son of a, ahem, Mrs Watanabe I could just kill her, ugh! I shall recall today's events with the face of a man who hopes to seek revenge, my gosh. Today two women came to the library who from my account have never visited before. Mrs Watanabe was again insensibly busy drinking with that old fool of a friend so I was made to greet the customers. I, of course, could not hear a word of what the women were saying and my lip reading skills were not the sharpest so I stood still with unease. Dread had overridden my nervous system. I was anchored to the ground. The women remained immobilised too. I presume they were paralysed by how awkward the situation was. The only thing I could think of was to sign. At least then whether they could understand or not they would understand that I could not hear them and also that I was NOT ignoring them! I slowly raised my hands. I placed my hand on my chest then above to my cheekbone to sign "i'm deaf". Quite obviously they did not understand what I was signing but at least they indirectly realised I could not hear them. At first they looked at me and slowly opened their mouths, then quite instantly, they realised it was futile so they just walked out the store... I. My eyes welled up with tears. I was treated with such blatant disrespect. I had done nothing wrong yet my mind still wondered: what if you just spoke...

What angered me even more was that Mrs Watanabe had not once made the effort to help me yet when she realised her 'beloved' customers had left the library she at once turned into a serpent ready to strangle me to death. I hate this. I could have just spoken to them. Her eyes targeted my throat, I felt a hard pulsing within my oesophagus; it was as if I had forgotten how to breathe. She was now right up close. I could smell the liquor. She was drenched in it. I- ummm then she ahhh god, she raised her hand and well I flinched rightly so... she slapped me, her hand as cold and bitter as her actions. The room stood still, I stood still. Silence. I looked up at her, in fright, a criminal smirk pierced her face as she walked back to her desk. It was all so sudden; one hit and she just left as if she did nothing. My eyes welled up and the tears that I was trying so hard to keep a hold of blurred my vision. Inevitably my strength weakened and my tears travelled freely down my swollen red cheek. If I had spoken, would I have met the same fate?

Why must I always meet such harsh and embarrassing conclusions to my melancholic day? Good Night!

[Tsumiki's Entry]

Saturday 2nd May, XXXX.

Dear Diary,

Seeing as how today and tomorrow are the first holiday I've had in quite a while, I decided to venture within this lifeless town. My eyes never deceive me, the town really is beyond unrelieved, there's nothing to do here. I'm leaving as soon as the exhibition is over. I also went to the bakery that caught my eye when I moved, it too was bland and their patisserie was mediocre. I was not satisfied. However, nearby the bakery was a small library and I decided that if I had nothing else to do I might as well see if I could find something worthwhile to read. The outside of the library was bland but I wasn't here for something picturesque nor was I expecting it.

I came here to find solace in a good book. But I found something better; a broken soul; there's nothing better than setting both my body and my mind on an innocent vulnerable prey and this young man looked like the perfect meal...

Once I stepped foot into the store the first thing that caught my eye was how unkempt the place was, it was repulsive. I almost suffocated from the amount of dust that collected upon the library's surfaces. I hate people who can't keep their god damn workplaces clean. I was about to complain to someone who seemed like they worked at the store, however they were already busy with two other customers. I was about to leave till I saw the two customers leave so I turned to speak to the employee seeing as how the people he was talking to had now abruptly left. So I turned my head to move towards the employee. Then I stopped. An older woman raised her hand and slapped the employee... It was probably the funniest thing that I've witnessed in quite a while. I take it back recalling my memory of that employee with a mullet I don't want to leave once the exhibition concludes. I want to see more of them.

After I saw such an embarrassing stunt I left the library and compared to that the rest of my day was dull so Good Night dear diary.