*Hibiki*
I never had the normal childhood other children have. I was an unwanted child, the result of a mistake made by two different individuals. My father was a supernatural, blessed with the acient beast summoning technique, and my mother was a slut.
My father just came back from a mission where he lost his teammates, and after being cursed by a curse user, the only way to break the curse is when another curse user curses him. Before the curse, users were banned from attending the academy because the curse technique was believed to be related to witchcraft, which was prohibited. With that, he couldn't do anything; he was told he wouldn't live more than a year, but because of his ancient beast, he could live up to eight years as he rots from inside until there is nothing left.
Without any hesitation, he decided to pass down his technique. He was the type who believed that if you want things to be done right, you have to do it yourself. It was better to be alone; friends and family were just a burden, and he could not continue to always try to protect them because of his job. So he pushed them away, abandoned them, and ran away, far away from them. He was afraid to go back, or he couldn't go back to the same people who he called a burden, to be a burden to them.
Depression, anxiety, loneliness—all this pushes someone to be something different, different from a human being. He decided to end it all, but he was never the type to waste things. He decided to go out drinking; he was alone.
While drinking and sobbing, he was approached by a lady. He knew her; he saw her every day at the bar. This was his opportunity; he narrated his predicament and offered her five million yen for her to be his wife and give birth to just a child. On the child's fifth birthday, she is free to leave. She accepted, and besides, she can get monthly payments, including the five million yen. She introduced herself as Angela.
They got married and had a son, but since the birth of the child, my father's curse has gotten worse. There was finally a way to save him, but he refused. I, on the other hand, was a very curious child; I could easily understand things by observing. My mom left three years later, after a fight between her and my dad.
I watched and sometimes cried, because that was all I can, I knew there was no love in the family; my father and mother fought every day for every little thing. My father just pretends to be there and tells me that everything is okay whenever he saw me crying.
My mother left three years later; it was no surprise; I never liked her to begin with. My father taught me everything I know and explained everything that happened. My father's curse became so bad that he could not walk; half of his body was rotten, and the only thing I could do was observe. I watched him die slowly.
My father wishes he could send me to his family, but he knows his family would not accept me. So he sent me to the orphanage, and I was reported to be dead days later. I knew that was what he wanted—to die, but his death was slow and painful.
His body was found frozen, and it was known that someone killed him, but no one knew who. I was glad and sad that someone killed my father; at least he can rest in peace. But his death still made me cry, I wish I had spent more time with him instead of blaming him for everything, in the end, it was all my fault.
I was sick and scared; each time I went to talk to him or give him his food, he always pleaded with me to kill him. It freaks him out; sometimes I beg him to stop, while sometimes I run away crying.
I had promised myself to never be like my father; I would make as many friends as possible, but he never got loved by my mother. So, if it is my dream to be able to be loved by a woman, maybe I will feel better.
Maybe I will feel fulfilled; I can feel the same way my classmates did when their parents came to pick them up from school; or maybe I will feel the feeling of hugging loved ones. Even though I was acting to be a pervert and bring attention to myself, in the end, it was just loneliness.
"Mom!"
"Oh, my baby. How was school today?"
"It was great; we did sports exercises. I got second place in the girl's race."
I looked at a girl who was in my class talking to her mother, and I felt empty inside. My mother has left my father for almost three years now, and my father is dead.
"Henry, are your parents not coming?" A boy in my class asked me. I didn't answer; I just watched the girl who was talking to her mother as they both walked home together.
"Henry!!!" The boy yelled.
"Unh!, what?" I responded, and I turned to look at the girl as she walked away with her mother. "Look what you did, Jace. You made me miss them."
"Don't tell me you like May," Jace said. He had always been the type to jump to conclusions.
"What!!?, No!!" I said I was trying to deny it; actually, I was just wishing I was her. Her mother comes to pick her up every day, and her father cares for her. She is so lucky.
"But you were staring at her."
"So?"
"Why don't you tell her tomorrow?"
"What??"
"Come on, it's going to be fine. She is nice and cute. I would strongly recommend you go for it." Jace was trying to convince me to ask her out; maybe he was right. The fact is that I like May, but I couldn't find the courage to tell her.
"Okay, I'll ask her tomorrow," I answered.
"Jace!!!" That was his mom calling.
"Okay, Henry. Tell me if she agrees, okay," he said, running to his mother. His parents were both working at the same place, so they came late after work to pick him up, which is why he was the only one who was at school late with me.
I look at the sky; it's going to be sunset soon. I better start going home.