Revelation Of An Ordinary Life

Fear

What time is it?

The thought ran through my mind as I swept aside the covers that lay on top of me. I instinctively checked my phone to answer my question, but the device's screen refused to illuminate. I tried pressing it a few more times, but it seems like the battery was out. How could this happen? I always ensure that my phone is charging, so it should be functioning.

Upon closer inspection of the charging plug placed inside the wall outlet, I noticed that the plug was slightly out meaning that no charge was being inputted through the plug and therefore the wire that led to my phone.

I went to the next electronic device near me and turned it on. My computer opened up quickly and the time read 8:35 a.m. This is bad, school starts at 8:45.

Thoughts begin to flood my mind. I can always take a shower at night instead of in the morning, and I can also skip breakfast. Changing takes me around 5 minutes and it also takes 5 minutes to walk to school. However, if I ran then it would only take 1 or 2. While the school uniform and shoes aren't built for running, I have to do my best with the tools I have been given.

This gives me around 1 or 2 minutes to spare.

I got out of my seat and went straight for the wardrobe. I took out the uniform and got it neatly assembled. I went in my normal order and once I was done I went straight to wear my shoes. As I put on the leather shoes I took a peak at the clock on my computer.

8:40 exactly. I was on track to make it on time.

The elevator was something that counted on a bit of luck. If late then it could add a minute to my time, but if it arrives when I need it to then I'm perfectly fine. I approached the steel chambers of fate and pressed the button.

It didn't open. I have to wait for the sign to slowly go up and arrive on the 4th floor. It feels like an eternity, but I finally hear the ding that opens the steel walls.

Getting in I tapped the ground floor button and took a breath. The class would just assume that I'm absent if I don't make it on time and I would have to go to the gym all on my own. It would be annoying to have everyone's judging eyes on me as I walk in, so I would like to avoid that.

The chambers of bad fortune opened and I bolted out of the room. The cold October air clashed with my face as I ran. The feeling was akin to my race with Manabu, but this is different. I wasn't racing with anyone, I was racing against the time. It was similar to the White Room. The cold artificial air was similar to the present. I realised something as I reminisced on the cold, white facility.

There's no one around me, what am I holding back for?

I suppose everyone else was already there for the big video, or had just resolved to be late and took their time.

It was only 100 metres to the school and I kicked into gear. The icy air was battling my face, but I didn't care. I was more focused on my time.

50 metres in and I had already gone over 7 seconds. I kept my breathing steady and pushed into the asphalt as if I was jumping horizontally.

Blood and adrenaline were pumping through my veins. The scarlet orb in the sky was nowhere to be seen and was hidden by white clouds. I didn't think of anything but my destination. I haven't run this fast in my entire school life, but I haven't felt this way in the white room either.

I was running simply because I wanted to run. I could walk but I decided not to. There was no one watching me behind a one-way glass and I could do what I wanted. It was as if I stepped into my own world altogether.

80 metres and I had gone to 10 seconds. The world record for the 16-year-old 100 metres was 10.06 seconds, but this was expected as the clothing I was wearing wasn't designed for sprinting. I pushed forward without anything else in mind and reached the entrance.