After coming home from school, I immediately looked in the mirror in our living room.
There, I saw in the mirror's reflection that my lips were swollen and I had a bruise on my eye from being punched after giving my money to the bullies.
I would've just gotten a bruise on my lips if I had given them my bike, but I didn't give it to them no matter what they did. I wouldn't give up my bike because it was the last memory my missing father gave me.
So what happened was they beat me up. One against five. So after they had their fun beating me up, I immediately stood up to leave the back of the school.
Of course, someone saw what happened. A female janitor with one eye missing. We stared at each other for a few seconds before she looked away.
~awkward
She couldn't do anything, even if she reported it, because one of the bullies was from a family with influence in the government and business industry. So even if she reported it, nothing would happen to the bullies, and it might even backfire on her.
I understand the situation, even the teachers and the principal couldn't do anything because of the bullies' family influence
So when I got home, the first thing I did was go to the kitchen to drink cold water, but I saw a paper with a magnet on the refrigerator. Of course, when I got home, even though my body was sore, I still rode my bike home, and the first thing I did when I got home was go to the kitchen to drink.
[Baby, sorry I'll be late coming home tonight, there's a problem at work, don't wait for me, just eat there, cook or order.
I love you, mwah!]
I'm used to my mom coming home late because of work, I don't blame her for not being able to accompany me whenever I need her. My father disappeared when I was young, so my mom took over and took care of my father's company. I don't know what my father's company is; my mom won't tell me.
So when I read the note, I folded it and put it in the jar where my mom also left previous notes.
After drinking water, I immediately took off my clothes to take a shower. My uniform was full of dirt and sweat after the bullying and biking home. After taking off my clothes, I was left in just my underwear.
But before I went to the bathroom, I went to the sink above it where there's a cabinet without a handle. Underneath it, there's a hidden latch of solid wood that you just have to pull to open the cabinet.
Mom said this is the modern cabinet now, but I didn't care. So when I opened the cabinet, I saw the container for contact lenses that I was looking for, and I took it and opened it. Inside, it was empty because I used up its contents.
Since I was a child, my parents never let me go out, and they made me wear contact lenses when we had visitors. It hurt my eyes at first, I even cried, but when I got used to it, it was like nothing.
After removing my contact lenses, I immediately went to the bathroom to shower and wash off the sweat and dirt from my body.
While the water was pouring over my head, I suddenly remembered the wrinkles on my mother's cheeks and her few strands of white hair.
'How long will I be like this? My mother is getting old. What can I do to help my mother? I'm not rebellious, my grades are okay, but I feel like there's something missing in what I'm doing. What is it?'
I thought of solutions to help my mother, but I couldn't think of any. I continued to think of solutions until 15 minutes had passed, and I was done showering, but I still couldn't think of anything.
After showering, I went straight to my room to change clothes. But before I could go to my room, I passed by the living room i forgot to bring the towel so there, I saw my reflection in the mirror, naked, and I also saw my little birdie. Of course, I didn't pay attention to that. I only focused on my eyes.
My eyes were a yellowish or golden color. I've seen brown, which is common, orange, blue, green eyes, but I've never seen golden eyes, which is quite unusual. Even when I searched on Google for people with eyes that look like gold, it seemed like they were photoshopped or wearing contact lenses.
But for me, it's somewhat unique. I was born with eyes that are truly golden. This is also the reason why my parents made me wear contact lenses.
I don't know why they hide my golden eyes, but so what? It doesn't matter anymore.
After passing through the living room and going straight to my room, I changed into my pajamas for sleep. But I wasn't going to sleep yet; what I did was go out of my room to go to the underground basement. It had been more than a week since my first visit to the basement.
My mother strictly forbade me from going near or going to the basement since I was a child. But because of the constant bullying after coming home, I immediately went to my room to cry and let out my frustrations, but I couldn't do it because I felt uncomfortable. So I wandered around the house, except for my mom's room, the basement was the only place I hadn't visited.
My mother wasn't home at that time, just like now, she would also be late coming home.
So the first time I went to the basement, I thought it wasn't locked, but it was locked from the inside. I searched for where my mom could hide the key. In the kitchen, outside our house, if there was a disguised stone. But it was already dark that day, so I compromised.
I watched on YouTube how to open a doorknob without a key.
I searched for a few minutes before I found a indian guy with 2-minute video. When I watched it, there was no introduction; he just showed the possible ways to open the doorknob. He showed the card swipe, etc.
When I imitated what he did on the first try, the door immediately opened. I was so happy that day, but I was also a bit nervous because my mom might scold me if she found out.
Since then, whenever my mom came home late, I would go to the basement. I would go there now too, but of course, after I finished in the basement, I would also lock it using my prototype key.
I made this prototype key the second time I went to the basement so that I wouldn't have to swipe a card anymore.
click
When I inserted my prototype key, I heard a click indicating that I had unlocked the lock. At first, I was excited about the sound, but not anymore.
I slowly entered to avoid leaving any trace that someone had been here.
At first, I thought the basement was full of unnecessary things, but when I entered the basement, what greeted me were guns from the 16th century. I didn't know the names of these guns, all I knew was flintlock? I didn't bother to search on Google; I was just amazed at what I saw. There were around 20 of these guns hanging on the wall, and there were also other antique guns, swords like a kriss, saber, double-edged sword, machete, heavy sword, katana. And of course, there was the most unusual short sword with a random pattern. It had a random thunder-like pattern, and when I first held it, I thought it was heavy, but I was surprised that it was very light!
It was as light as a normal notebook! When I looked at it, I noticed some rust on the sharp edge. I was fascinated by this sword. I immediately searched on Google for "SWORD OR KNIFE WITH RANDOM PATTERN," and the first thing that came up was a pattern similar to the picture, but the shape of the pattern in what I saw was different, like waves or ripples, but what I was holding was more like lightning.
I remembered watching on YouTube how Damascus steel was made.
From what I saw, they used a machine to make it, but I knew this was an antique, so I was impressed by the blacksmith who made this kind of sword.
Aside from the sword, there were also books here with different languages. There were Chinese, Arabic, Russian, Latin, and English, of course.
The first English book I saw had the title "THE SEALED DEMON OF KING SOLOMON IN THE RING."
There, I saw all kinds of demons. It showed the names of different types of demons while discussing their weaknesses, some had an X on their heads, but what intrigued me the most were the vampires, they were in the top 10.
"So, the one who wrote this is a fan of fantasy stories."
[VAMPIRE
Strength: from a fully grown tiger to an undying hydra
Weakness: Sunflower seed, lightning-struck tree, bronze, salt, sunlight
Description: their ancestor was one of the demons of one of the seven deadly sins 'LUST'
Trait: Sleeps in the morning, awake at night
Charm, hypnotism,blood manipulation.
"Hmm?? I thought the weakness of vampires was silver and simple wood and holy water?"
Well, that's quite unusual; maybe the one who wrote this is just ignorant.
I also looked at other books, and there I saw the book with a Chinese name. When I opened it, I saw a sketch of a bald man with faceless holding a sword in a unique posture, with a Chinese character on the side that I couldn't understand.
Each page I turned, the posture of the sketch changed, as well as the sword he held, and on the other side was another Chinese character. With each turn of the page, weirder and weirder thoughts filled my mind.
"What the hell is this? Is this a Chinese martial arts manual?"
That's what I thought as I continued flipping through the pages. It reached the last page, where I saw the man suddenly sitting in an Indian sit position with his head tilted back, and there was a line on his nose that went in.
"Breathing technique?"
I asked myself again. Breathing techniques weren't new to me, especially since I loved martial arts movies. I also read martial arts novels on translated pirated sites.
I flipped through the book again and memorized the sketch's posture. Even though I didn't understand the Chinese characters, I knew it described how to do something.
And what I did was pick up the Damascus double-edged short sword and imitate the movements in the sketch, but I couldn't even complete four postures before my vision darkened. It felt like I was going to faint. I stopped imitating the book's movements. I was panting heavily and sweating.
My whole body was shaking, and suddenly, something rang in my stomach.
gruugm~
That's when I remembered that you need nutrients to practice martial arts. And where do you get nutrients? From meat! From eating.
I remembered that I hadn't eaten yet, so when I was about to leave the basement, my vision darkened again, and I collapsed.
"EH?"
When I collapsed, all I could think was how did I fall? Am I that exhausted? Of course, when I fell, the other unusual items scattered around
And the worst part was that I got wounded by a Damascus sword on my thigh that I was holding.
'OH MY FUCKING GOD IM STUPID! THERE'S A FUCKING BLOOD! WHAT IF MY MOM SEES MY BLOOD? WHAT SHOULD I DO?'
Instead of groaning in pain, I panicked because I left traces of other people here in the basement.
But because of the cut on my thigh, that's when I groaned in pain. I looked at the cut on my thigh to see how bad it was. The wound was only 1 inch long, but the blood flowing out was intense. As I looked at where the blood was flowing, I saw something unusual bathing in the blood. When I picked it up to wipe it off, I was somewhat amazed by the craftsmanship of this item.
There, I saw a revolver and a sword or knife with an X intersecting the two, while at the back of the knife and gun, there was a black bird with its wings wrapped around the X of the knife and revolver, with its eyes staring straight ahead.
But it felt like the bird and I were having a staring contest. Until I felt like my hand was getting warmer, as if something was trying to make me let go, but I couldn't. The warmth kept increasing, and I felt a burning sensation because even if i shake my hand i cant get rid of it as if someone puts a glue on it.