Hitsuzen (Completed)

Prologue

Prologue:

          Yet it was another boring Saturday night. The house was so quiet; you can barely hear any noise outside as well. And this is strange ‘cause Tokyo is so lively. You think you can’t find a place that will be noise-free. But when your parents are rich enough to buy five lots in a neighborhood in Tokyo just so you’ll have a lot of privacy, you will feel like you’re not even in the city, trust me. I can’t help but sigh as the song Pledge from my favorite band the GazettE started playing in my I-pod.

I was about to doze off from sleep when I heard an engine running outside the house. I hastily got out of bed and looked out the window to go see who it was and when I saw a black limo outside, I knew it could only mean one thing- my parents are home from their vacation trip abroad.

I went out of my room immediately, wanting to go and welcome them home but something stopped me dead in my tracks. They’re fighting again.

“I can’t believe this. For once I thought we’re going to have a normal vacation just the two of us but no, it turned out to be another one of your business trip and I got stock alone in the hotel all the time. Yeah, what an awfully perfect vacation,” my mom said in rage. Her voice sounded like it’s quivering, as if she’s near to tears.

“If I won’t meet those clients our business would not grow. Don’t you get it? I’m doing this for our family you know. I don’t want our business to crumble,” my dad reasoned out. Somehow I didn’t thought he meant what he said.

            “You spend almost all of your time in the office. All I was asking is one week of together time from you and you can’t even give that to me. The business will still be there even if you leave it for one week you know. It won’t crumble that easily,” my mom cried. I was sure she was crying ‘because I started hearing weeping sounds.

            “I’m doing this for our daughter. I only want her to have a bright future, you know that,” my dad said now sounding a little bit concerned about my mom.

            “You’re doing this for money,” my mom said angrily and I began hearing her footsteps trudge up the stairs. I ran back to my room before they realized I was listening. I knew how hurt my mom gets when she finds out that I know they’re marriage is not working out. I know she doesn’t want me to find out.

            I slowly closed the door behind me and before I knew it, droplets of water were flowing from my cheeks. I checked my forehead thinking it was sweat but I realized soon enough that they were tears after all. It’s been a long time since I’ve cried. I tried to be strong for so long. But I’m starting to get tired of it all. I dropped to the floor and continued weeping. I was breaking down right there, no questions asked. Images of my parents fighting in the past fled in my mind, everything from my childhood flooded by next to those images, and all of the hurts and pain I experienced tumbled with them as well. It started to get heavier and heavier inside of me. I think I understand how people loose their mind now, but no, I’m stronger than those people.

            I stood up, wiped the tear from my cheeks and grabbed the backpack I use for school. I dumped all of the stuff I had in there in my bed and went to my closet. I started grabbing several pieces of clothes, pants and shoved it in my backpack hastily. I grabbed a jacket ‘cause I know it’s gonna be cold out. It’s the start of autumn after all. I went to my bathroom and grabbed the necessity, a toothbrush and toothpaste. I went back to my main room again and grabbed my phone, my I-pod, my professional camera and my PSP. I can’t live without my gadgets.

            I decided to change out of my pajama so I wore something that would be very comfortable; a comfy ruffled grey mini dress and black ankle boots. I wore my leather jacket on top of it, a grey felicity cloche hat and black leather gloves with it. And before I left the room, I grabbed the most important thing.

            I took my picture hanging from the wall and it exposed a secret safe box. I punched in the combination code and it revealed tons of jewelries and money my parents put there for emergencies. I grabbed 50,000 ¥ just enough for a few days. I still have my credit cards and my check book incase I ran out anyways. I checked everything I need from my backpack and when everything was there, I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and hastily write down a note for my parents, more especially my mom. And when that was done, I was off.

            I don’t know where I was going but I ran out of that house as if my life depends on it. The next thing I knew, I was out in the city, alone, not knowing where to go but still…I kept running.