The journey of the boy who finally snapped. His life just kept getting worse but then...
Set in modern day japan, Follows the story of 16 year old Fumeiyo (不名誉) / Teru (照).
While I'm not Japanese and haven't had the opportunity to visit Japan yet...
This story contains sensitive or gruesome content that may be disturbing to some readers. The content includes Violence, Abuse, Drugs, etc. Reader discretion is advised.
Mom: What? You're hungry? *laughs sarcastically* You didn't even earn us that much! Go get ready because from tomorrow you have to start working brat.
Dad: I hate seeing that stupid face *with a look of frustration*. *throws empty alcohol bottle besides Fumeiyo's face* He didn't even flinch?! Why the fuck does he always look dead? It's like there is nothing in there.
Mom: I know right? *laughs*
Dad: Not that it's bad for us or anything though *said In an up tone sarcastic way*. I would've hated if this brat was crying 24/7. And even better! *grin*
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Mom: And who tamed him like that? *evil smile*
Dad: shut upppp. There is no way you can mold someone into being an emotionless piece of shit. I guess he's just unique in the worst ways possible am I right?
Mom: Come on! Give mama a little credit haha.
Dad: Sure Whatever. *looks at fumeiyo* You nasty brat, hey, you're listening right? It's all your fault. We could've been a happy family if
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Narrator: After Fumeiyo's father woke up from his coma, Fumeiyo's mother shared the family legend about the dark yellow-haired infant. Confused and shattered, he accepted it as truth, seeking to absolve himself of blame. After that, consumed by his never-ending addiction to drugs and alcohol, the man who was once excited to have his first child... never returned. *Narration ends*
"Was I even thinking of anything in my childhood? or was I really empty?"
(September 3rd 2013)
Mom: Oh, I see you're awake already. I guess I didn't have to kick you like yesterday *laughs*.Wear this black hoodie and put this mask on. We're going somewhere.
