Ｎｏ Ｓｏｃｉａｌ Ｃｏｎｔａｃｔ ソーシャルコンタクトなし

Chapter 1

It all started when my mom died two years after I was born. Hey! I said no pity. Anyways, I was only two, so I didn't understand what was going on. Therefore, I cried. A lot. Once my dad told me that I wouldn't be seeing her anymore...I got even worse. I didn't calm down until, like, three days after. Once I did, I found that my dad was really my only source of happiness. I didn't go out much and for most of my life it was just me, myself, and I. My dad worked a lot and did some night shifts since we were kinda poor.

Fast forward thirteen years and my dad suddenly disappears. Just gone. Now isn't that a crummy juncture? So I say to myself, "Well...がらくた. What am I gonna do now?" So I called my friend, but they don't pick up. Good one there, friend. I try texting and/or calling anyone, my aunt, grandpa, but nothing. Pretty fishy, right? So right now, I feel like no one has time for me. Therefore, I become this sad lump that's, to be honest, pretty lazy. All I do is sit around, cry, listen to Billie Eilish, and watch anime.

This goes on for two days. When one day I hear a clicking at the front door. I run to it and turn the door knob. It was locked from the outside. I stood for a second in agitated shock. Who would do this? I wondered if that person who locked the door was connected to the reason why no one responding to me. Then I thought 'Theo, you're going overboard, hold your horses.' So I look over at the window, but there's no one there. Again, がらくた. Sighing, I went back to my couch to watch The Emperor's New Groove for the fifth time. That movie never gets old.

A week later of being awfully lazy, and I get a notification. Scrambling over to my phone, I tripped over a few things, but eventually got to it, which was on my counter. Looking at the screen with trembling hands, my eyes fell on a text message from an anonymous number. It read: 'ᵣₑₚₑₙₜ'. I snorted. I opened the text and wrote: 'Love the copy and paste format. Who are you?' The anonymous texter didn't like that. ' Yₒᵤ ₙₑₑdₙ'ₜ ₖₙₒw ₜₕₐₜ. ₗₑₜ gₒ ₒf yₒᵤᵣ ₚₐₛₜ. ₜₕₑy wᵢₗₗ ₐₗₗ bₑ fᵣₑₑ.' Was the answer. I shuddered. What was with this guy? I wrote back, 'What past? What do you know about me? I don't even know who you are.' The other number didn't respond again that day.

I lost track of time. I had no idea how long it had been since the text messages. A week? A day? I honestly had no idea. I started to think of mom. I really missed her. I thought of what she might do in this situation. I sighed and walked over to the couch, flopping down on it. I put my arm over my eyes, and silent tears streamed down my face. Ding! Another message. I walked over to my phone and picked it up. Wiping my face I looked at the text. 'yₒᵤ'ᵣₑ dₒᵢₙg ᵢₜ ₐgₐᵢₙ.' 'Doing what?' The texter on the other end stayed silent for a few moments. 'ᵣₑₘₑₘbₑᵣᵢₙg'. I looked around. Could they see me? I changed the contact name to Copy n' Paste.