𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 || ᴛ. ɪɴᴜᴍᴀᴋɪ

cockroaches & splat

i've always known i wasn't normal.

well, i'm exaggerating a little. i live with my dad, we're well off, i don't have any health problems, and i do well in school.

maybe not that last part, but who cares.

i am just a normal 15 year-old girl.

until i'm not. there's just three things about me...

i've broken 17 phones, 5 school laptops (my principle hates to see me coming), 2 self-checkout kiosks, a couple lightbulbs, and lord knows what (not to mention how much) else- all in the past year.

it's almost like i'm a walking curse.

everywhere i go, if i'm set off even the slightest bit, something ends up breaking.

i wasn't even lucky enough to only curse the cheap stuff! it's always the expensive tech shit that likes to break around me.

okay, now the second thing. i always see these... creatures. since i was a kid, i've been seeing these grotesque-looking... things. no one else sees them, i guess.

i would call them monsters, but most of them seem harmless. honestly, i'm probably schizophrenic.

the third thing? i don't even wanna talk about it.

6:38 pm - shinjuku, tokyo

i got home from school an hour and a half-ish ago. dad wasn't home, i think he was at work or something like that.

maybe at one of his girlfriends place's?

regardless, i was hungry as shit, so i went to see what food we have.

fridge- two beers. i don't drink.

pantry- empty.

cabinets- a couple glasses and plates.

fuck. i knew my dad was divorced, but why was he acting like this is a competition or something?

whatever. some diet coke and tomato udon sound good right now anyways.

so, i grab my keys, put on a jacket, and walk out, locking the door behind me. leave the apartment building, go straight for one block, then take a left.

to my surprise, the street was actually a bit crowded that day.

usually i'm not antisocial or emo or whatever, but my english teacher pissed me off earlier, so i really wasn't in the mood to keep bumping shoulders with these randoms.

what're all these people doing at 6pm on a wednesday anyway?

so, i took a shortcut through an alley, hoping it would take me to a street that's a little more secluded.

something feels... off. i don't know how to explain it. unsettling, maybe?

i kept walking anyway, lighting a cigarette from the pack i keep in my jacket pocket, taking a drag. it felt nice finally being alone outside.

with that, i tuned out the jangle of my keys hanging off my finger of the same hand i hold my phone in.

i lose touch with reality as i let my legs move on their own through the alley, quickly pulled back by the presence of someone behind me.