Found and Lost

Chapter 7

He woke me up early in the morning. So we could eat before he left for work. He glanced at me waving as he left. I waved back and once i heard the door click I looked out the window.

Trying to keep my thoughts on the clouds. I sighed as my sister consumed my thoughts. Does she hate me? Why didn't I think this through? Why in the world would she want to know I was still alive? She loved our dear parents. When he died she was devastated. Mom left with her, leaving me where I was. At that moment I wished to leave more than ever. Then I was in Tokyo for the first time. I've wished that same thing multiple times in my life. However this time was different. This time I was running away from my last wish.

I never liked my father. When I was old enough my mother gave me to him. Instructed me to do whatever he wished of me till 9:00pm each day. I didn't understand at first. He had me do simple things like chores, and bring him things he needed. He was always writing in this book. I constantly went back and forth with ink. Then one day he came home quite drunk. I could smell it on him and I could hear it in his voice. He started coming back like that often. When I would do something wrong he'd hit me. Then one day he said he needed help with something in his book. Asked me to act it out with him.

I stop the thoughts before I go too deep in. Either way it's my fault he died. I wished for him to disappear on the fifth night. He had threatened to trade me for my sister if I kept disappearing. The thought popped into my head then… there he went. His eyes rolled back, he started foaming at the mouth. His heart stopped beating. It was like a heart attack but It wasn't. I saw him glow in the light I teleported with. My father raised me in the basement from my teenage years till the day he died. I can't help, but feel it's all my fault that my family was broken. However, to go back to that time. To relive those moments. I don't regret his death or my wish.

He was gone and no longer my father back then. He was a man too drunk to see his children as anything more than tools. However I did love my father before his downfall. That would be the last thing I'd remember of him. His touch etched into my arms. I can't sleep very comfortably on futons anymore. That's the end of my father's story, and my childhood. I never would repeat the wish I wished on my father. Back then I didn't know, but now I did. After that you already know what happened. Here I am with my sister. However instead of a loving reunion. I learn she hates me more than anything. I layed back on the bed wanting to curl up and cry.

The door opened again around 1:00am. Chuuya strolled in with his light footsteps that sounded like swift air passing through. I sat up looking at him, as he carried in salads. He sat beside me handing me one. I grimace at the fact I will be eating leafs for dinner. However I had no right to be picky in someone else's home.

"So how was your day?" He asked, rubbing my head.

I looked at the floor, and shook my head.

"Hm? Were you bored? I see you didn't turn on the tv while i was gone" He stated.

I shook my head at him. He seemed unsure as to what I was saying no to. Then he grabbed a tv manual. He handed it to me and pointed at it.

"This book contains all the channels for the tv. Pick one for us to watch" he told me.

I nodded then read through it. I went through the different cooking channels. I turned on the tv, and it played a baking competition. I smiled at my small accomplishment. Then I turned to chuuya and watched his face. He seemed intrigued by the show I'd put on. That made me even happier. I'd perfer he wasntl't bored since he was giving me his hospitality. He sat back on the bed, and began eating. I also started on my salad that I found no satisfaction in. It was a good night or early day. I ended up falling asleep on his chest. Listening to his heartbeat. He rubbed my head while I slept. His heartbeat stayed level. The next morning I woke up to his alarm. I sat up, and poked his cheek. A week passed like this.