My blood was boiling at it's best and I tried hard to calm my fuming factor but really, it's that shitty giraffe's fault for ditching me even when he knew I would most probably get lost and/or kidnapped at my way to school instead of getting to school in the first place.
Don't blame me for overacting. This is completely and absolutely the most accurate reaction you would feel if you were supposed to find an unknown building in a foreign city unknown to your last breath all alone on the basis of a piece of paper. The nanny too wasn't in the home so, I couldn't ask her to escort me either, of course.
I only had me, the paper, and my fetus handle in Japanese. The nanny or Mrs. Jinko had asked me to lock the door and leave anywhere if I wanted and since I didn't have the power to strain my brain with time-consuming thoughts about whether she meant a short term leave or long term one, I left the house.
As soon as I got outside, a sudden breath of pink blooms filled my lungs. They were called Sakura, weren't they? And along with the shimmering blooms, there were countless of kids dressed in various uniforms walking together. The streets were so packed that I couldn't even stop anyone and ask the address. I didn't even have a backpack to indicate I was one of them
It reminded me of my first day of kindergarten when Oliver had gone missing. We all had gone hysterical for the full day and I didn't even go to school because I wanted to go with him and him only; lovesick old me. But in the evening, when all of us were tired and worried sick, we saw Oliver walking towards home with no backpack and no uniform, walking back from school. Turned out the teacher had thought that his parents mustn't have bought it for then and allowed him in class.
The faint memory of his chubby self walking towards me consumed my head and his last image, all bloodied and broken came before my eyes for a split second.
"Don't remember. Don't remember. This isn't the time for a breakdown." My mind said to me but could I listen? The knots in my stomach went tighter with each passing step I took. All the colors spilled around me and the human tension surrounding me felt like a mocking shit.
"Damn. Damn. Damn" I muttered to myself but none of the damns were heard among the laughs. I took out my phone with my throat drying simultaneously and navigate through the folders it had created to sort itself. This phone was like my body, all divided into folders and organs. A single folder wouldn't be of my help without the complete phone but can the phone exist without all those folders? And Oliver was like this too, his head was the one crushed but it was he who died.
My mind orders my throat to gulp all the saliva created to miraculously ring me back but none of them work anymore. I had already found the video and played it. The horror found all the way to the earphones to my ears.
"Oliver! Stop! You can live." My past voice pierced my present ears.
"I can't." He was alive at that moment and I couldn't save him. I couldn't catch him. If only I was a bit taller, my arms would be a bit longer. If only
All the ifs and buts began to eat my head like a bunch of ants gulping up a ginger man. I tried so hard to forget remembering and here we are.
"Daijobu?" (Are you okay?), I heard a female voice and turned back. My face was still disfigured and my breath was all hitched up. Nobody including my own self would believe if I said I was okay at the moment.
"No, I mean ie(no). Do ko ka ni (Somewhere)?"
"Do ko ka ni? Nani?" She questioned and oh, her damn questions felt like a lake of boiling water right above my head. The lake slowly emptied itself leaving nothing but barren lands with all the fishes and plants dying, only in my case I was the dying aqua life with no death symptoms immediately taking me.
Slowly the breathing came back to the breather and I could clearly visualize the person in front of me. It was a cute Japanese girl, obviously, with a blue tunic above a white shirt. My vision walked around and I realized the roads had emptied themselves almost completely through my light out, except for this girl.
"大丈夫ですか(are you okay?" she asked, her eyes all at me.
"はい,ありがとう (yes, thanks)" I dual checked what I spoke since the girl gave me a strange look, but nothing was wrong with my words. Maybe, it was because of the accent.
"日本人ですか (are you Japanese?)" Now, I didn't know what did it meant so, I just gawked at her. She blinked a few times but then as if sudden realization shot her shook her head with an 'oh' on her face.
"I meant to say, are you Japanese?" Her English was nothing like that giraffe's but still understandable.
I shook my head in a 'no' and she asked again, "do you need help?"
I handed her the paper and said, "Actually, I am going to live here. And I have to be here right now."
She looked puzzled at first as if she didn't understand but when she took the paper her eyes lit up. It was kind of cute seeing her ringing up with little things.
"Oh, 私の学校( my school)!" Which is understood and honestly, I jumped up too.
"Really? That's great." If only I knew.
Ten minutes later, we were standing at a giant gate right behind my current house. I swear I wanted to punch myself right inside the ground if I could.
"We are..." she continued with some thinking, "late."
"So, how do we get in?" My patient exterior said because you know, you are ought to only say nice stuff standing on foreign lands.
"Of course, we climb over it." Right kids, that's how you go to school.