"When will you wake up? It's already 8'O clock. You are late for your school."
"Hu... I'm waking up. No need to shatter my sleep with your harsh voice."
Hearing this unwanted answer like every time Mikumo was filled with her anger and shouted like shattered glass - "I show you mercy and in return, you are complaining about me? What kind of behavior it is? I'll tell mom what you said to me today. She will then take corrective action for you."
"My apologies. I was so dumb to understand your gratefulness. Forgive my ignorance, my majesty! "
"No need to act with me I'm already late for my college. Your breakfast is on the table. And a strict reminder does not skip your meal. If you skip..."
"D-don't worry I won't. You know how a good kid I'm."
"Okay, I'll be leaving first. Don't forget to lock the door and come home in time."
"As you say my majesty!"
"Bye."
"Bye. Have a good day."
That was my big sister Mikumo who reads in Tokyo College. I stay with her. My parents are in Kyoto. At first, they did not allow me to go with her to Tokyo, It was not like I missed my sister though my plan was anything else...I somehow took my parents' permission in exchange I'll take a look at my sister. If she is eating well and not feel alone... And I told my parents my unconditional love for my sister. Then they agreed. But my sister knew that it was all lie. She knew the real reason for me to come here. She did not say anything in return, she agreed. That's what I like about her. She knows how to respect someone's dream and passion.
But yes, though she didn't say anything that time, now she is speaking like every time. Such a horrible headache.
Whatever I need to get ready or I'll surely be late for my class.
Walking down in these streets makes me feel like a controlled human. Will, there will be any end of it or there will be any starting of something else which will change this feeling or it will remain the same.
These thoughts are just killing me whenever I try to write something new thoughts came upon my brain and they just kill my every new idea and filled those place with their unwanted question which is not a proper question yet. Cause I did not even know why I'm feeling controlled? or Which change I want? or what feeling that my mind always wants? Is this is a pleasure? Love? satisfaction? hatred? envy? I don't know. Or maybe I know the answer don't have the guts to face the fact.
If someone knew my thoughts they surely will think that I'm a psycho who is puzzled by his thought.
Suddenly a surprising voice vanishes all my thoughts. "Yo!"
It was Ishikawa we read in the same class and he even sits right next to me. He is such a good person. If we define good a person such as -someone who will help you when you need, someone who makes the environment cheerful with his supremacy talent which absence in me. When first met him I was captivated by his eyes. Those are so mysteriously beautiful. It was so natural that girls will for those eyes. Though he was taller than me, much more skinner than me. Overall he was like that prince that every girl dream of their life.
I was a transferred student so basically, it was so much hard for an introverted guy like me to make friends out of the blue. Ishikawa was our class representative and also as he sits beside me he was the one who first makes the move. He helped me to borrow his previous lecture. And there are many things common between us. Like our tastes in songs, our favorite anime, and so on. For his presence, I do not miss Yuri that much.
"Let's hit the book store."
"Aren't we getting late?"
" I want you to see something."
"What?"
"We will find it when we will go there."
It seemed so unnatural for me this going to a library at this time. Though I agreed with him. Ishikawa didn't look back and walk on his own. May he was also puzzled with his thought like I'm.
"Is there any book store in this way? I have never been in this place before."
"You will find out."
"Maybe you wanna kidnap me. That's why you bring me in this place."
Hearing that Ishikawa stopped walking. I do not have good humor that's why maybe I can not crack good jokes. Maybe Ishikawa did not like what I say, maybe he felt offended.
"I'm sorry. I just wanna crack a joke didn't mean it."
"No, that's okay."
It was like the delight that I have always seen in his eyes was fading from him.
But suddenly why? Was it because of now what I did?
But it was not too much serious. Or it is anything else.
"You came here to be a singer? "
"Yes."
"It's good to have dreams. Make sure you achieve it."
It makes me so surprised to think why he was talking like this.
"I guess we need to go to school, we already are late."
"There is no need to go there."
"What are you saying?"
"Take this note with you and don't show it to anyone."
"What's in here? and why yo..."
Before finishing my words he ran fastly into the road and a truck hit him without knowing that there was someone who was willing to take his life by his truck.
I was numb at that moment. I couldn't understand what happened. The truck driver stopped his truck, get down from his truck, and came to see what happened. But he wasn't ready to face the fact that he hit a schoolboy. Though it wasn't his mistake cause the traffic light was green.
After a moment a huge crowd creates. I went with him to the hospital. The police called his parents. A police officer came to me and asked what exactly happened and what were we doing at that place as we need to head back to school at that time. I was so shocked that time I couldn't speak. I couldn't even cry. The policeman called my sister to take me home and suggested taking me to a psychiatrist.
My sister tries to conceal me but still, I was shocked then I take a look at that letter that he left for me, only for me.
There it was written, " STARTS WHERE IT ENDS."
My all doubted clear that time.