WRONG AFTERLIFE, tbhk ✓

Death?

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"Mom, I'm home."

Twisting the metal knob of the main door and pushing it open, you expected for your mother to greet you. Instead, a dimly lit living room is the first thing you saw. Blindly fumbling your finger on the wall, you switched the lights open.

"Mom?" You called out again, eyes roaming around the room in the search of the certain person.

You take off the strap of your bag resting on your shoulder blades, then rest it on the couch. Walking further inside, you reached the kitchen. Like the previous room, it's also empty. No sign of the person you're looking for.

Sighing, you're about to spun around and retreat back to the living room, but then you halted on your actions when you saw a glimpse of something from the corner of your eyes.

Turning your head, you found a sticky note attached on the fridge door. You walk closer, not bothering to remove it as you carefully scan through the slightly messy and familiar penmanship of your mother. Seemed like she's in a hurry when she wrote this.

'Hey sweetie, my boss called me for an urgent matter in the office. I have to go on a business trip out of town along with your dad. I'm not sure when I'll be back but I'll make sure to give you a call. Don't forget to always lock the door and eat on time. Take care'

Blandly scratching your cheek, you walk back to the living room to grab your bag. Everytime you put your one foot in front of the other seemed heavy. Upon arriving at your room, you flicker the lights on.

Slumping on the chair in front of your study table, thoughts start filling your head.

Business trip means being alone for a couple of days. Heck, it may be weeks. Why does your parent's call of duty have to occur when you needed some moral support so bad?

Opening the zipper, you pulled out from your bag the pile of the schoolworks you have to do. You flipped the pages of the textbook. No matter how many times that you re-read it, you can't understand anything at all. Though, series of negative daily events start playing in your head.

How you always sit alone all by yourself in school.

How they overlook your presence.

How people barely talk to you because you don't know how to keep an interesting conversation going.

How poor your social skills to make some friends.

How boring you are.

How trying hard you are to be a better and likeable person but no one seemed to appreciate your efforts.

How you feel that people were always judging you by their look.

How your old friends ignore you for they found a better ones.

How your parents barely give you the affection and attention you want.

How sometimes you feel that you're not existing at all.

How you feel invisible.

Frustrated, you slam you head on the book. Hardly bitting your lower lip, you failed to restraint your tears from spilling. You didn't care if your nibbling will draw blood.

You feel exhausted. Mentally and physically. And these pile of schoolworks aren't helping either. Just another load to your stress.

After a while of just shutting your eyes that keep leaking, causing the pages to get slightly dampen, you straightened your posture from the previous slouch. Sulking and letting depression consume your thoughts won't get you anything.

"Fuck it. Fuck school requirements. Fuck life. Fuck everything. I'm gonna procrastinate all night and no one's gonna stop me!" You declared, both eyebrows furrowed as you stand from your seat. Determined aura oozing from your being as you wipe your tear-stained face with your sleeve.

From the corner of your mind, you mentally gave yourself a pat on the back for being able to cheer up yourself on your own from the depths of negativity.

Stepping out of your bedroom, as you like to call it lair, you went to the living room. Stopping in front of the oak wooden cabinet, you pull one of the drawers and start blowsing through the CDs.

Pulling out a random disk, reading it's title prompts the corner of your lips to twitch up.

'Haven't you heard? I'm Sakamoto'

Ah, yes. Good anime. You could use some good humor and a husbando material anime boy.

Closing the drawer, you put down the disk on the coffee table and strutted to the kitchen. Heading to the pantry and scanning through its content afterwards, your not so long formed wee of happiness were abruptly washed out.

A displeased frown made its way on your lips. "Tch, damn it. We ran out of chips."

Before the dreadful and gloomy mood get the best of you once again, you went back to your room. Opening the closet, you quickly grab a random hoodie that happened to be F/C and slipped it on.

Snatching from the nightstand the keys, wallet, and phone, you shortly head out of your house. Double-checking, you made sure that the door is securely locked before leaving.

Inserting the earbuds on, you click the shuffle button as a random song plays. A small smile plastered on your lips when an anime opening starts blaring on your ears. Much to your liking, it's the opening of Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun.

Ah, you really love that show. It's great. Plot. Character. Everything about it is great. Considering that it's new, waiting for the weekly episode is kind of annoying, which prompts you to read the manga.

You continuously hit the volume button to increased the tune to the highest level, deafening you from any sound created by the cruel outside world. One hand inside your pocket to somehow warm it up at least, you feel your phone suddenly vibrate on your other hand as you slowly cross the empty pedestrian.

Opening it, you saw from the lockscreen a rather suspicious notification pop up out of nowhere.

You squinted your eyes as you read the text flashed in it.

"Huh? 'Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun: Genji-san of the rooftop'?" your eyebrows furrowed further. Despite being in the state of utter bewilderment, you still click whatever it is.

But as soon your fingers touched the surface of the lit screen, it all came crashing by. You weren't given much time to react when an unexpected robust bus rammed into your figure in the midway of pedestrian.

You didn't feel the agonizing pain of the impact. Nothing but sheer numbness racked through you as your body lie motionless on the road like a rag doll. From your dying vision, you saw a pool of blood starts coating the ground.

The last thing you saw before your eyes rolled to the back of your head and everything fade into a complete abyss, is the text glitching on your broken phone screen.

'Now loading...

Genji-san of the Rooftop'