"Him"

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"Ayano Aishi", someone yelled my name in the class.

I had my head down on the desk. I looked up to see who's calling me. People know who I am but I am somewhat invisibe to them. Actually I just can't feel them. Growing up with no emotions was hard. I wonder if it's a disease?

I am aware that I'm different from other kids in the school. I just don't feel connected to anyone and I don't feel like talking about this with a therapist either.

I don't feel any emotion or feelings. Happiness, sadness, grief, passion... nothing. I don't even know what I like or dislike. To be honest, there is no reason for me to live. I wonder why I am like this. Everyday I try my best to get myself involve with the outside world but it's all vain.

My mother told me that she was like me too but one day her whole life changed. She became more lively and happy.

My father.

When she met my father, he changed her whole life.

My mother confessed her feelings to him and lived happy ever after and then they had me. My mother often told me not to worry about this cause one day I will find my prince who will save me from this disparity. Sometimes I wonder how does she knows it. Not everyone is going to have same fate.

I guess it's just in our genes. I starting to believe that this is normal, right?

So I started to believe that I will be happy too. I tried but nothing was changing. My home is empty now as my parents left for America for some urgent work, they say. I don't care actually. My school life in one of the elite school of Japan, Academi High, was as usual- 'monotonous' as fuck.

Maybe my mom was wrong. Everybody has different life story. She can't just predict something like this. My life is definitely a lot different than hers I believe.

But,

"He"

I found him. He is different. Different from everyone. He made me feel... feel things.

When I'm around him I feel myself. The dark world around me filled with colours. I.. I started to feel some emotions. He brought me to life. In middle of all this school commotion, students, activies or whatever is going on just disappears. I only see him. Only him. I can't lose him I want him. I have to get him. I can't live without him.

I looked up.

The crowd and all this noise is so irritating. I looked around and tried to find who was calling me.

"Ayano Aishi?" again someone called. But this time it was a familiar call.

wait..

It is him.

'Taro Yamada', Class 3-B student. He is the one I have been dreaming of, wanted to get his attention so bad but my anti-social and indifferent nature stops me from approaching him. When he is around me, my heart starts to beat abnormally fast. I lose control of my breathing and starts to lose my sanity. But he never pay any attention to me but today he is calling my name?

I can't believe you are saying my name dear! I'm so happy that I could die.

"Ayano aishi. Is that you", Taro asked me.

"Ah.." I was so nervous that words weren't coming out of my mouth.

I got myself together and was about to say something but someone came between us...

"Yes, she is Ayano. Do you have something to say to her?", a girl jumped between us and asked Taro.

'Osana Najimi' a girl with long hair tied in two long pigtails. She is Taro's childhood friend. She pretends to be tough and act like she doesn't care about him but I know very clearly that she has feeling for my Taro and she wants to snatch him away.

Why is she here? She bragged in cause she wants to take him away? She is jealous that he is calling me not her. What a bitch. If she ever laid her hand on him I swear I will dismember every part of her body. I don't want her to be near me and my Taro. I found happiness after all these year and she is trying to steal it? He is mine.

I hate her. I want her to disappear. I want her gone. But if she didn't stop..

I will kill her.

"Oh hi Osana. It was nothing. Our class teacher said to hand her this book that she borrowed from her", Taro said.

Osana took the book from Taro's hand.

"Oh, that's it? Well fine." Osana said as she handed me the book.

"And yeah listen you dumbo don't forget to do your cleaning duties after school. We have it together, remember?", Osana said while playfully hitting Taro's head.

"Ah yeah, of course I remember. I have to go now I will see you after school", he said and left.

Osana secretly blushed as Taro left our classroom and went to her best friend Raibaru who was rooting for them from far.

I wanted to chop her head off. I wanted to hear her scream in pain. She just destroyed my moment in front of my eyes. He needs me, not her. She is fake and so...

Suddenly our homeroom teacher came in.

"Due to some management issues we aren't able to take your Biology class today. So you all are free for this period but make sure to be present in next class. See you after 1 hour. Don't be late" our homeroom teacher said as she collected her files.

Everybody was happy that they get a period off.The commotion started again and my head started to hurt again.

I wanted to close my eyes and rest in peace. I wanted to dream about him. But now everytime I think about him Osana appears in my head. I want to do everything to her that will make her suffer. I want to get rid of this pest. She is ruining everything.

I wanted her to get away as far as possible.

But I can't do anything. I barley have friends and I don't even know Osana that well. And she has that girl behind her all day.

I laid my head on desk again then suddenly my phone vibrated.

It was a text.

From unknown number.

But why?

I don't have friends

Nobody knows my number

I picked up the phone and unlocked it. Still thinking who it could be. I opened the messages and tapped on the text. It said,

"Hey"

"I think you got the wrong number" I texted back.

"Aishi"

"I know who you are. In fact I know you very well"

"Who is this" I asked.

"Just call me Info-Chan"

"How did you get my number"

"I know everything dear"

"I know you your secret"

"I know what you want to do to Osana"

"I know your... Plans"

to be continued.....

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