(Hello people! It is I, Jello~~ it's been like long ago since I wrote a story and the first isn't always the best but it works great as experience. And this is my second work and hope you enjoy it thank you~)
P.S: This story might or might not contain harassment.
A sunny day in Armed Detective Agency, there was a girl,which is you,who's working part-time to fulfill your daily necessity. Being a weakly child since birth, there's nothing you could do about it. You're still a high schooler who lives alone.
Your father died in a car crash. Your mother loved him so much to the point her griefs brought her harm. Her condition worsen day by day, you couldn't stand watching her getting worse and you tried to cheer her but to no avail. Even if father is all what mother cares about, as long as she's alive, you didn't care if you have to spend your time working for both of you. You studied hard so that it'll be easier for you to work later on.
You work and study nonstop and everything somehow worked out. But unfortunately, mother passed away two years after your deceased father. She smiled in her last moment, saying
"I could finally see my love again..."
And breathe her last breath. It's a cruel thing to say in front the child who did her best to cheer her up.
But what irony!
Although your mother smiled, her eyes were filled in sadness in her last moments. After a few days, burial had to be done.
You cried your eyes out as they began to bury her. People look at you with sympathy. They told you that they understand your pain, but they actually don't.
They don't get it.
They don't get the feeling of being ignored by a mother. The feeling of inferiority for not being good enough because mother didn't look at you. You tried hard to please her, you scored first in tests despite having almost no time to study. You did everything you can so that she would praise you and pay attention to you.
But did it worked? No!
It didn't please her, she didn't pay a single damn. The feeling of loneliness for being abandoned without any explanation. Those people who said they feel your pain, it's a white lie. They don't get it. 'They don't feel what I feel yet the talk as if they do.' You hate it. Their stares, their pity, their sorry. You don't need those.
All you need right now is affection, you just want to be praise, you just one somebody to tell you that you did well and you don't need more suffering and just fall into deep sleep. But what you want the most is to be embrace in warm arms in this extremely cold day. But nobody did that. Some people leave after they give their condolences, some stayed for a few moment, grieving.
Slowly but surely, one by one, people leave you behind as your tears being washed away with the rain. You dropped you umbrella and kneeled in front of your parents' grave, pleading for answer from the cold grave but no voice reach your ears other than the sound of the rain, the frogs crying out loud as if they are sympathizing you, the sound of the water, flowing. No one was here. Nobody stays. You stayed there, kneeling, screaming, crying that sounds like a plead. Still, none of your plead was answered.
Footsteps was coming closer and closer, you look to the side. You had a little hope, but it just happens to be a passerby. You dug your nails on the ground and curse yourself for having hope that they'll stop and ask if you're okay. Like any others, the passerby only look at you with pity but doesn't do anything but mind their business, but of course it is as expected. What have you ever done for you to be left alone like this?
You just wanted attention like any other girls. You just wanted to be adore like any other girls. You just wanted to be loved. Is it so wrong to just want affection from people you care about? You keep on repeating this question countless time as if it was a curse. When there's another passerby passed, you unconsciously let you thoughts slips, "Is it so wrong longing for affection..?" And your vision blacked out.
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As you quietly mutter that sentence, the brunette stop his tracks and turn his heels to face you. A lady, in drenched black coloured attire, pale (skin color) skin, and bad complexion. Chapped lips, disheveled, and wet hair. Some mud dirtying her beautiful (hair color) hair. Her (eye color) orbs looking dull, staring blankly at the tomb.
He thought. He walks closer to you and crouch down to your level. He was about to say something but then you collapse to his chest, defiling his perfectly clean clothes. Your empty eyes reminds him of his dark past where he has nothing to rely on but himself. He could've just call an ambulance and left you there, but instead, he brought you to the agency.
When the brunette entered the office with a lady (you) drenched and in unconscious state, a blond guy in glasses look surprised, saying,
"Oy, Dazai. What have you done to that lady? Have you finally gotten sick of suicide and starts to kidnap people?" He said as he fixed his glasses.
A grey haired boy with a lock of black hair approach the man called 'Dazai' with a slight panic expression.
"Uh-uhm, Dazai san, you didn't kidnap her or something right? Moreover is she alright? She looks like she's a little too pale." Said the boy.
"Hm? What are you talking about Kunikida san? Of course this Dazai wouldn't kidnap a girl! How cruel~ I, Dazai, absolutely can't left a lady in distress alone in the rain~! That's why I brought her back. Atsushi kun, is Yosano sensei in the infirmary? Since making her stay in this drenched state will only make her worse." Said Dazai.
"No. Yosano sensei is in the cafe so I'll get her!" Said atsushi as he ran to the person in question.
"Bandage wasting machine, where did you found her?" Asked the blond, aka kunikida.
His expression turn serious "Hmm, well" he said with a serious tone.
"It's a secret~!" With a silly attitude which changed 180 degree in a second. Kunikida snapped and began his extra long lecture. With the lecture still going on, you heard some sound. The sound,no the voice of two men. But you're too tired and your eyes refuse to open so you couldn't really hear what they were talking about since you're half awake. You felt hot. You felt fire burning your skin.
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There's a scene where you, your mother and father still alive, going on a trip and a truck suddenly came without a warning and hit the car hard to the point the car you're riding flipped few times. It hurts. You felt pain all over your body. As you try to open the busted seat belt, a fire broke and starts to cover your sight, engulfed the figure of your father.
You shout and reached out to your father but your hand was left hanging and never did reached him. Scenery change to the last moment of your mother lying on her bed in the hospital. You look at her as she mutter something,
"It's you're fault that he died. Everything, from the start it's your fault" as her image getting farther and farther away, you chased after it, telling her desperately that it's indeed your fault and said that you're sorry and beg her to stay.
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You snap open your eyes. You see white ceiling.
"Hos..pi..tal?" Said you as you calm your breathing.
You heard a voice from the side,
"Oh, you're awake~ how are you doing miss?~~ah, and this is a clinic not a hospital~~" said Dazai.
You sit up as you try to recall what happens.
"I'm..fine. What happened? I was in the graveyard but I didn't remember anything afterwards..."
Dazai:"You happened to faint right into my arms~~ I have to say it's quite romantic~~" ,
he took your hand as he kneeled,
"So my beautiful lady, would you do me the honor of having double suicid-"
Whack!
A loud sound was heard. It was Dazai's head being hit by Kunikida just before Dazai finished his sentence.
"GET A GRIP AND GIVE IT A BRAKE WILL YOU?!" Said Kunikida. You felt a bit concerned about Dazai who got hit hard by the blond.
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Author's corner~~
So waddya think? I haven't been writing for some time and tried to improve hahaha~ If you have any requests just drop in the comment and I'll publish the story when I have time. Stay tuned~~
