This is my first piece of story Writing outside of school, and the First piece of Fan-Fiction I've ever written. Ever.
During an episode of insomnia, a friend i was talking to suggested i write something to take my mind off of whatever was preventing me from sleeping.
And this is the result. i had this idea in my head from remembering a kid i met when i was a bastard and at counseling, who was similar to our Protagonist below, about 6 years ago. i remembered him and started writing. (though there are a lot of differences between him and this story. like gender, country of origin, Past, etc)
This might turn into a thing, it might not. i just felt like posting this. didn't want it rotting in my computer, unread.
Enjoy
oh and feel free to criticize, just try to make it constructive, Thanks. at 1440 words, i surprised myself at how much i wrote, seeing as i haven't done it in a couple of years. Part One: Leaving almost all that I love and Hate behind.
“What do you mean, you’ve broken your phone?!?”
My Mothers frantic tone makes it sound like I’ve broken a priceless vase, honestly i don't see why she's surprised, this isn't the first time this has happened, and ill be pretty surprised if its the last, which i doubt.
“Mum, you know these things happen, it’s why I don’t get expensive things. I’ll just break them. Then it’ll be a waste”
I reply, not taking my eyes off the pieces of plastic and glass. What’s left of my phone. I sigh, the 7th casualty In the Never-ending War against my Trembling Hands... It’s not my fault, but I still feel bad. Phones cost money.
“But your Leaving soon, how am I supposed to call my angel? What if something happens?
How am I supposed to know if you’ve fallen down some stairs and broken your neck”
She’s practically pulling her hair out at this point. I sigh again; I’ve been doing that a lot lately. Probably because she has been like this ever since she decided to send me away. “What if this, what if that” I’m over it.
“Me having a phone wouldn’t make a difference in that case mum, I’ll be dead.” i point out, in the flattest tone i could muster. The look of horror as she realizes this makes me feel a little better, then worse, because now I feel guilty.
“Look, you're sending me to this school for a reason, I’m sure they’ll contact you as soon as something happens, IF, something happens. According to you and all my doctors, Yamaku is the safest place for me, short of a Padded Cell, so you shouldn’t worry so much”
My somewhat positive attitude seems to calm her down, a little. I grab a Broom out of the Cupboard and start sweeping the mess up.
Hopefully she won’t discover the next life threatening problem, like not having enough books, before I clean this mess.
Thankfully, she didn’t. Now what’s left of my phone is in the trash. I’m going to have to get a new one sometime soon. Although, I might prolong it a little to prevent the barrage of questions she’ll likely ask me once I’ve settled into my new home for the next year. I decide to make sure all my stuff is packed into my suitcase before the taxi gets here, and I struggle upstairs and into my room.
Yamaku, School for the Disabled. I’m actually looking forward to moving away, if a bit reluctant. Even though Mum can be Hectic, Clingy, and Protective of me at times, she’s still my mother. I don’t really want to leave her in this house. Alone, with all those unhappy memories,
I close my eyes in an attempt to prevent the memories and Emotions to surface.
When I open them, I’m looking out of my living room window. It’s raining, quite heavily.
“Haru-Chan!”
I see my older brother Karen, out on the front Yard, waving at me to come out and play.
I smile. I run to the front door, grabbing my coat hanging on the coat-rack, I put it on and run outside.
I blink, and I’m back in my room, staring at myself in the mirror, a lone tear travelling down my left cheek. I scoff at it and wipe it away. Then I start look over myself in the mirror.
Haruka Uchida. I look like a mess right now.
My Wavy brown hair sits to just below my shoulder, but it’s all messed up because I haven’t brushed it yet. I should probably do that at some point.
My pale gray eyes, staring back into themselves, they look distant.
I scan over the rest of my body. My...”assets,” aren’t the biggest, I’m probably pretty average for a girl my size and age. And I’m happy for it. My skins a bit pale though. I’ve seen boys drooling over some of the “larger” girls at my old school. And I don’t think I could handle that, I’d probably attack them...
I suddenly realise I’m glad to leave that school, it wasn’t for me. A normal school, i shudder at the thought. All those questions. The Students Were scared of me, the teachers ignored me. That was a good thing though, I didn’t want friends, and I didn’t need friends. As long as I did my work, they let me be. Mostly.
I ball my lightly Shaking left hand into a fist, and hold it up, staring at it. The memory of punching some Hot-shot popular boy the year up from mine in the jaw mid-sentence of calling me crazy comes flooding back. And a genuine smile shows on my face for the first time in days. That boy bit his tongue when I punched him, almost cutting it off. He talks with a lisp now. The next day, everyone ignored me. And for that I was grateful.
I look back up to my face, the smile still on my lips.
I look like someone else, like a girl I’m not.
My thoughts of school make me glance to my new school uniform, hanging on the back of my door. It’s not too bad, I guess. I like the colour green. Not white though. It’s too bright. Too, dull.
I should put that on actually, seeing as ill be going into class once I get there.
A couple of minutes later, my hair newly brushed, my uniform on, but no makeup though. I don’t need it. Besides, it’s only for special occasions. And I’ve only ever had one of those; it wasn’t even a positive one. So I left it off.
I Yawn... Stupid mornings, why do I have to go to school today. Can’t I get there, get all my stuff packed away, and go the next day? I sigh. Waking up at 2 am is stupid.
I’m just about to close my suitcase and take it to the front door when I notice my pills. I scowl at them for existing, and then put them in the suitcase, as far in as I can manage. Then for good measure I zip the suitcase up. I was going to anyway but having an extra purpose for doing so made me infinitely more enthusiastic about it... There, all better.
Mum walks in just as a finish zipping it, smiling at me. I smile back. I don’t like faking smiles, but smiling makes her feel better so I try to do so whenever possible. She probably knows they’re fake though. She’s my mum after all.
After declining Countless offers to have her take it downstairs, my suitcase is finally resting against the wall near the front door. And now we wait, for the taxi to take me to the airport, which will take me to some city on the other side of the country. Then all that is left is to take a taxi out of the city, to the school. Just to get to school. What an eventful day this is going to be. I sigh again.
After what seems like forever, but was really 10 minutes, I hear a horn outside.
And cue the sappy goodbyes.
Oh? She’s not crying.
That’s a first; she’s usually all emotional at times like these.
“I’m going to miss you Angel” Her bottom lip is shaking slightly. Ah, I see. She’s trying her hardest not to cry.
“I’ll miss you too mum, ” I start, but she pulls me into a Bear-hug and I end up muttering into her chest “I’ll call you as soon as I get another phone, it may be about a week though, I’ll need some time to adjust.”
After a few kisses on the cheek, I make it out the door and to the taxi.
The taxi driver takes my suitcase and puts it in the Boot.
Mum is standing at the front door, Smiling. But the tears are flowing and it’ll only be a matter of time before she loses all composure and starts wailing like a banshee.
She looks lonely.
I run back to her, a little awkwardly, due to my slight limp. And give her one last hug. Gah. Now I’m trying not to cry.
She laughs quietly, and whispers “be safe, Angel”
I let go of her, and reply between Breathes “I... will”
I run back to the taxi driver, who nods in understanding, and opens my door.
I nod back, and get in the taxi.
I look back at the place that has been my home for the last 18 years, glad to be away. as the taxi drives away, I see my Mother fall to her knees crying on the front porch. One hand, supporting herself, the other covering her face.
I hate leaving.
Yes? No? Maybe? I don't mind posting additional chapters/parts once they're written, but only if people want me too. if i'm bad at writing and you don't want to see this that's fine, just let me know, and ill stop posting. but this story will most likely continue. just it won't be posted.
it felt kind of therapeutic writing this actually, i enjoyed it.
Side note: Kind of Minor Spoilers. Haruka, has 2 conditions, one physical, one mental. the mental one hasn't been mentioned yet, and is the main reason she is sent to Yamaku. In the next chapter, which was writing in the same 4 hour sitting, it gets known. Her physical one, causes The slight limp, and trembling hands.
The Physical Condition gets explained either in the next chapter or the one after that, i haven't finished writing it yet
