I Met A Boy (My forged Wedding Fanfic)

Chapter One

Trigger Warnings!! This chapter contains talk of depression, suicide, and self harm. If you are considering hurting yourself stop reading and look up the resources posted in the description of the story.

So here it is, rock bottom. I'm finally here. I've got to say, I thought I'd be doing better by now. Or at least I thought it would take longer to get here. All I can do is stare out of my apartment window and smoke, smoke badly at that. I'm actually not even a smoker. I just bought a pack earlier because of the crap day, crap month, crap year. I just need something right now.

Two years ago I moved to Tokyo from California. I was fresh out of college and wanted to start over. Not to mention, I had a lot of excess baggage back home that I wanted to be as far away from as possible. The move was the best thing I could've done. I managed to get a work visa with a large company. The company was great. I had awesome pay. I made new friends. My job even sponsored me in becoming a full Japanese citizen. Eventually it all came crashing down.

About six months ago I lost my job. They said it was due to downsizing. I think it's because I'm an incompetent employee. All I could do was fuck up. They didn't act like they hated me, but I'm sure they did. As money ran out I sold more things. Eventually that wasn't enough to cover bills. All my friends moved on to new jobs and became busy. It's just as well, I know they wouldn't be able to stand me. I wouldn't dare reach out and ask for a roommate in my financial state. Plus roommates in Japan just aren't as big a thing as in the States. More people just live in a small studio.

To add to my depression it is close to the anniversary of my mother's death. So she's weighing heavily on my mind lately. She died when I was twelve, leaving me nothing but an ex step dad. I wince at the thought of even calling him. I have no idea who my real dad is. My mother never told me who he was before she died. My best option is actually to just be homeless and wander the streets of Tokyo since I'm too broke for even a Manga Cafe or a Capsule Hotel.

"Alright Sadie. Enough of your pity party. You have one more night here, and exactly $33.17 to your name. You might as well do something about it." I open up my big suitcase, the last of my worldly possessions, and take out my small purse and a bottle of antidepressants.

Looking at the pills I say, "I'm glad I stopped taking you. I'm just going to flush you." Then I hesitated, "Actually maybe I can use you." I seal the bottle and put it back in the suitcase, grabbing only the purse. I head to the bathroom and look in the mirror I notice my hair is a mess, and I'm in stained dirty clothes. I shrug. What do I care?

I make my way out the door into the dreary evening, much like my mood. God I'm so moody and sad today I'm actually annoying myself. I make my way down the block to the convenient store and start to browse. I think I'm ready to be with mom soon, and I've got a plan coming together. I pick up a cheap bottle of wine and some razors. I start to make my way towards the register when something catches my eye. Do they sell comics here? I thought these places just sold magazines and the occasional bad paperback. I browse through the comics. What the fuck? Is this an erotic comic for gay men? Why is it even out on the shelf?

I hear a voice behind me say, "Find something you like then?" I turn around to see the most handsome man I've seen in real life grinning ear to ear. He has dark brown hair and eyes, and is pretty tall. Most Japanese men I meet are short. There's something about him that is drawing me in. Suddenly I feel blood run to my cheeks as I realize that I'm standing there in front of this guy looking like pure hell and holding wine, razors, and gay porn.