Everyones Obsessed*

Chapter 0.1/Prologue

"There are people like you and me, people who have obsessions. Some people have terrible thoughts, and some people do terrible things."
-Dylan Alkhe

Chapter 0.1 | The Puzzling Prologue

I wouldn't even know where to start my story with him. Still, evermore, the fire, smoke, and ash he instilled in me. Just as mentally conditioned as me, thought I'd never do it. I thought you'd never do it, though you were healthier than me—malignants like you always leaving a mark in this world.

The years of sick, unjustifiable torture to people involved him, me, and everyone else caught up in the aftermath of a still ongoing evil. If you want a quick and fully explained story, look for a plethora of news articles about his story, but be warned, The news likes to make stories more opinionated and not fully sided. Little to no happy endings or moments and even beginnings happen; my part in this started on May six years ago. Living or lack thereof, in my car, a run-of-the-mill 2020 Honda Civic, I haven't had Wi-Fi or any cell service. It's not much of a use case for me; my iPhone 16 with 256 GB capacity and a Maximum (battery) Capacity of 85% on iOS 27 beta 9 with irremovable bloatware was on its last update & lifetime until I would eventually probably get an iPhone 24. I used to have 48-hour phone calls on accident with one of my old friends; I only now had four 20-minute phone calls equivalent to 53 minutes of watching porn or one and three-fourths hours of scrolling on social media, then it drains my battery or overheats up my phone like crazy.

Only thoughts could fill up what few days I had left of my unknowingly soon-to-be captivity. Chilly as it was to most people, even me sometimes, May 7th, four-thirty AM, sitting in the driver seat, the rear passenger window three-fourths open and the rear left window just a nose nudge opened too. I have lived in Pueblo, Colorado, USA, for roughly 18 out of the 21 years of my life at the time (27 now that I'm talking about this); I was born in Yokohama, Japan. I couldn't tell you a thing about most parts of both places (funny now seeing this when I go on to talk too much detail of my past). I never really wanted to get out much, even if it cost me a job I had with 16 more hours of bed rotting. I don't remember much about my childhood and less about it in Japan, I'll try again to remember.

In the US, I lived with my mother, dad, half-brother, and stepbrother; my half-brother was obsessed with me, his half-brotherly relationship with me consisted of a sexually explicit kind of love affair. My stepbrother was a slut, he would be fucking people in his room next door to mine, he made good money though. My dad was a cook and baker, he would spend all his time perfecting his creations, selling them for a profit, or making them for us. My mother became increasingly distant from me and everyone since we moved, she would do whatever she could to get out of the house and find somewhere that could make her feel something she had never noticed she already had so much of.

In Japan, I lived with my mother, grandma, uncle & ex-aunt, and their daughter, the daughter of my uncle and ex-aunt I'll call her My cousin because she is also just that. My cousin was eight, and I was just a little bit over three and a half at the time; she told me stuff she half understood; she said it to me as if I wasn't a child and I could comprehend it all, but she knew it was vital for me to hear. My uncle and aunt were divorced but looked like best friends, raising their daughter. It was perfect with them. I like to think they worked better together as just friends, but it was probably just an act for there growing child so she could still feel the love of her parents together for her; my grandma was a strict woman to my mother and favorited my uncle, she was controlling to my mother until she couldn't control her anymore; my mother she was the kindest soul, she had three part time jobs that all paid well, she was content, but a bit too tired with no recognition from anyone, especially her mom.