Your POV
Everything around me looks like a memory from the past. People in clothes which are already out-fashioned, flip phones were used instead of smartphones...
If I were to guess, it's probably from the 2000s. It feels so nostalgic.
"Y/n wait for us!" A man's voice echoed from behind but as I turned around, a girl who was barely a teen was running toward me. When I thought she was about to bump into me, I was surprised when she suddenly ran through me. It almost seems like I was a ghost but I know this must be a dream.
"Dear, be careful or you'll trip." A woman beside the man who called my name said with worry.
I simply watched from the side as the memory unfolds. These must be my parents but they don't look like me at all the scene was a perfect representation of a happy family.
"You know, it's nice that she finally began to act more like a child and open up to us. I was worried that she might not recover properly from her trauma." The woman said as the couple watched the young me play at the swings.
"I'm happy that she also called us mom and dad after a year when we adopted her. She's a kind child despite what happened to her. I only wish her the best but what if it triggers her trauma when we go to court? Let's just don't bring her." She added as her husband wrapped his arm on her shoulder and smiled reassuredly.
"Don't worry, I know that she's a strong girl and we'll be there always for her. If she won't testify in court, her biological father will get away from his crimes." The man said as slowly the scene changed.
Now the three were standing in front of a dark oak door, the man and his wife were both kneeling down to the child in front of them.
"Y/n, our daughter, are you ready?" The man said and the past me nodded, obviously nervous but the two hugged me lovingly.
"You're such a brave girl, just a little more and you'll be free from your past. Don't worry since we'll always be beside you so tell everything truthfully." The man then said and pat the child's head.
As they entered the court, the young me was called in front and was asked some questions. For a child, it was hard being on the spot but the convict that I was testifying for looked just like me.
Ah, I get it, he's my father. I remember now...
"Y/n, can you please tell everyone what happened?" The lawyer asked and the young me looked around so anxious, eventually meeting the eyes of the convict.
She looked down immediately and told everyone a story.
A very disgusting story of a father who was supposed to support their child with love and ended up abusing a powerless child and even doing the unthinkable of touching their purity.
The questioned child began to cry that the adopted parents came to comfort her. Ah, how pitiful she is.
Maybe because it's already the past, I don't feel anything about it but pity for my past self.
The scene changed and the child became a teen, sitting in the back of the classroom with a preoccupied mind. Her attention was taken away when the teacher called out to her classmate who was sleeping during class.
She merely gave a glance before looking back out the window until the bell rang and thus classes were finished.
This past version of me seems so lifeless, like an empty shell.
"Hey, you!" A group of students led by a girl with a dolled-up face. She began spewing insults but it seems like the younger me didn't hear a thing with the headphones on her head.
Of course, the other girl attacked by pulling my hair, making the headphones fall to the ground. The bullied me was just silent as she picked up the fallen gadget and tries to walk away but the boyfriend of the bully stopped me by grabbing my bag.
How childish.
"Hey, my girlfriend is not done talking to you yet." He said as the others laughed and whispered among them saying that he was a part of a gang.
"Please let go." The young me said, her head down low, fist clenching.
"Oh? Now she talks, I thought she was mute and deaf. She must be scared because a member of the Tokyo Manji Gang is here." The girl scoffed.
"Hmph, why bother with this her anyway?" The boy asked while the girl laughed and approached the young me.
"Didn't you know, her real dad was a filthy criminal and she's just adopted. But I heard something interesting too." She said which piqued the other's interest.
"Oh, and that is?" The boy asked his girlfriend.
"I heard she's not pure anymore, what a slut-" The girl was cut off from her sentence when a sudden punch landed on her face which made her stumble back.
Everyone was shocked to see the young me with a clenched fist and a dark look. The girl's boyfriend was angry and began to attack but it seems I effortlessly evaded and even got to kick his private part.
It made me chuckle as I watch my past self beat the hell out of them, even the backup that they called was no match at all. The others ran while the people that were beaten were laying on the ground. The couple that led the bullying was in a corner, fear in their eyes as I walked towards them.
"D-don't come closer! Don't you know that hurting a member of the Tokyo Manji Gang means that you're declaring war? The others will hear about this-" The boy who declared to be a gang member said before someone appeared.
"Hoh? Hear about what?" A boy with a fish-shaped snack in his hand said to his companion who was taller and had a dragon tattoo on his head. The beaten-up bully was stricken with fear by the two figures who appeared.
"What a mess." The taller boy said as he looked around where the others lie on the ground.
"P-President! T-this crazy girl dared hurt members of the gang." The boy said as he points at the past me.
The shorter male that arrived came closer to the boy and grabbed his hair and had a terrifying look on his face.
"Who are you anyway? Saying the proud name of my gang with your filthy mouth. My gang has no one like you so don't ever say it so carelessly." The shorter male said as he punches the boy till he was unconscious, blood splattered on his face
After he was done, he stood up and smiled at the past me as if nothing happened.
"You, what's your name?" He asked.
"Y/n"
"Ah, you're the girl in class that never talks, right? I'm Manjiro by the way but they call me Mikey. Let's be friends." He said with such energy that was so blinding.
Manjiro, ah yes, this was the first time we ever talked to each other.
"I just beat up your people and you want to be friends?" The past me asked but he just laughed and said that they weren't his people, they never were, he said.
"Why?" The younger me asked as Manjiro picked up the headphones on the ground and gave them back.
"It's because you're strong and I like strong people like you." He said and smiled.
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