Chapter 1R: Alive or Dead?

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                                                     (Y/n Pov) (Tokyo, Japan)(Morning)

    Another sunny bright morning the rays of light shining "beautifully" on the L/n "family home", outside the sounds of birds chirping on some nearby trees reaches my ears. Such a beautiful sound well at-least  according to those gossiping housewives that won't shut up outside, telling each other how it's the perfect way to start the day. 

Y/n: ..........................................

Glancing to the left in the direction of the neatly made bed with bright pink sheets a few feet away from mine for several seconds. Taking a deep breath to squash the growing anger at those that caused the occupant of that bed to be sleeping under constant surveillance under the eyes of some doctors who probably could give a shit less minutes after they get off work, and squashing the sadness knowing she should be sleeping in her own bed being the one to wake me up the same way as always instead of those annoying birds and stupid housewives. Taking another long deep breath pushing all those thoughts to the back of my  mind for the moment finally deciding I've spent enough time in our room quickly grabbing my school bag and walking out the room and into the hallway. Passing by my "parent's" bedroom the door slightly open, giving the inside a peek just from the looks of it any of that light from outside completely blocked from reaching the woman passed out faced down on the bed her clothes half way off the stench off booze reaching my nose from here. What once was a sight that filled me with sadness and wanting nothing more than to see that "woman" smile over the years has turned from pity to disgust and then finally just nothing, yes the person in that room means nothing to me anymore once she became a living corpse that continues to drink her mornings away until she passes out and then wakes up in the evening to "work" late with her "boss" on a very "special project".  Shaking my head annoyed at what i have to do walking into the room staring at the state of her clothing, digging in one of her dressers i pick out a pair of proper sleepwear instead of the clothes that make it obvious what her nighttime activities was if the wives outside saw her wearing that tight dress that left little to the imagination  and stockings that drew attention to her legs it would be pretty obvious what rumors would spread about this house especially when they see her get inside of a car with a man who isn't her husband. 

Y/n: and yet she said we were the one who would drag this family's name through the mud, yeah right you and "dad" are doing that perfectly. Hypocrite. 

Removing her clothes the sight of her naked body no longer fazing me as i dress her with the set of clothing grabbed from the dresser. Once that's done walking over to hide her clothes from last night in the bottom of her laundry basket with the other clothes that need to be washed.  Leaving the room without sparing that person another glance moving on downstairs and towards the kitchen i stare at the single slice of toast waiting at the family table 

Y/n: She can't even be bothered to find the time to cook her son a proper breakfast. Why do i even bother helping her.

Sitting at the table and chewing on the slice of toast, staring at the four empty chairs at the table. Every single day the same routine, wake up, stare at her bed, walk by the room of that living corpse,fix her, eat a poor excuse for breakfast while i'm left to my own thoughts deciding on whether or not to go to school or just skip and wait until it's time to head to work. Every single day nothing ever changes for me and that's why as much as i hate that woman upstairs who am i to judge her for how she fills the emptiness that is her life, when out of all of her "family" members i probably understand her the most just like her i'm just another living corpse. Just going through the motions of pretending to live waiting for those few precious hours each week when i can feel something again. Glancing at the clock on the wall deciding it's about time i end these thoughts for the day, adjusting the school bag on shoulder and heading out the house. While walking i get the sudden urge to walk a different route instead of walking the usual empty streets that i take every morning, without thinking it over to much my feet quickly turns towards a corner to the more busy sidewalks that lead in the direction of the main district near the shopping markets before i change my mind. 

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