.I remember all too well the feeling of what the world is like, the true meaning of pain. This world is no better than the people on it. Nothing more than many people with dreams and ambitions that are harshly crushed from beneath their feet. Leaving them to fall down, and for what? To get back up again and repeat the same pattern over again. Only the few lucky ones succeed in their dreams, but they all fall back eventually.
My story is nothing better than how awful the world can be. Well, you can either be pulled into my awful story. Or, you can close the book now and save yourself, but always wonder what it is like. Either way, your doomed whatever you choose. I am a nagi, don’t ask me how i know
,i just do. To know what i’m talking about, first you need to learn of my story
Beaten, that’s all the man did to me. Beat me, Lock me away, and make my life a living hell. And what was worst, was this man was supposed to be my father. Yeah, a father that had no true heart for his family. It wasn’t always like this, but one day this man just went off the edge. First, he beat my mother around, but she still was smiling for my sake. But, she was a fool to smile like that. Then, he dragged us outside in the rain, and he killed her in front of me, out of cold blood.
But before he delivered a single blow to her head, the woman was crying but smiling at me. Why was she smiling about something like this? Comforting me and telling me it would be ok, like it changed a single thing. And when it was all over, i no longer felt anything. No sadness, no tears, even though i had just lost my mom. Do you guys think it’s wrong to not cry when your mother was killed in front of you? As you just watch her body drop with a bang to the ground, just hitting the wet pavement? I don’t think it’s wrong at all. I think i had lost all my possible sadness when my dad began to change into what i am now, a monster.
As the years passed, i got used to all the beatings and treatments he gave me long ago. I had come to terms with the fact that this was my lifelong ago. I had no hope for the future, never thought about getting out, nothing about rescue came to my mind once. I mean, what could i expect? A happy ever after? If you want to survive in this cruel and corrupted world, you have to understand that happily ever afters are just folk tales. They don’t exist in the real world, not forever at least. But, one day changed my way of life. The day the old man got what he deserved.
I don’t know if you can call it the day of my awakening, because i don’t have any recollection of when i became like this. But, you can at least learn the story up to what i remember. That day, everything was normal, well at least my type of normal. But then, the door to my attic prison opened, and the man who was once my father came in. He began what was usual in his morning, which was none other than yelling at me for everything i did wrong. Telling me what i needed to go back and fix, hitting me for messing up the first time, and throwing stuff at me. But, as he was hitting me, i got used to it. I just sat their with a straight face looking ahead, i was used to it. But then, when he was about to hit me once more, i noticed something wrong.
His movements had stopped midway, his eyes were shaking and so was the rest of him. He was paler than usual, and he was looking as if she just saw something frightening. But, he was no doubt having some kind of sickness attack, maybe a heart attack. And when he began tumbling backwards, he fell down the stairs before we knew it. And i just stared toward the door blankly, was this a sign? A blessing? I don’t remember what i was thinking all too well. Like i said, half my past is a blank space. And i began walking toward the door, and when i arrived in front of the stairs in the doorway. I saw my supposed father, lying on the ground shaking intensity. “Haruka…” He said with a shaken voice. “Haruka…” That was my name, and he was saying it with pure desperation.
“Haruka...Please...Help me.” I didn’t have any words, i just stared at him blankly like i usually had. “Haruka...Call me an ambulance...don’t let me die!” But, that triggered something in me. Those words, ‘Don’t let me die’, had he really been saying that? My expression with stone cold with hate, and i’m sure he saw it too. “I don’t want to die...please…” “I’m sure mother thought the same thing when you killed her stone cold.” I remember seeing fear and a look of ‘karma’ in his eyes the moment i said that. “Don’t let you die? But isn’t that exactly what you did to her?” I had walked down the stairs slowly, that it was creaking like a horror movie.
“I believe this is what they call ‘You reap what you sow’, father.” I had a chance to show him what mother felt like, he should lay here and die. Standing before him now, i had looked down at him, he looked up at me with fear. He knew what was coming, and my glare was nothing less than pure evil. “I’ll be leaving now,” Walking over him, he was surely suffering. “If you don’t survive,” Walking to the front door, i looked back at him once more. “I hope you rot in hell.” And lightning struck behind me, and lit up the sky. It was purely like a horror movie, and then i shut the door.
I don’t remember much after that, i remember running and encountering different things. And from what i could make out of the blur of memories, i had been doing different things, maybe not so good things. I was only thirteen at the time of that incident, but then, everything else was gone. The next thing i remember is waking up in the middle of nowhere, in what seemed like a seventeen year old body. Fifteen years have passed, and yet, i still am in this seventeen year old body. It seemed as if i had these weird powers, possessive, almost like a demon. And yet, i wasn’t a demon at all. I only remember two goals popping into my mind: Making the world suffer, and haunting people’s nightmares.
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I guess you could call me evil, that wasn’t far from the truth. But, i was no demon, angel, or human. I was a Nagi, or that’s what popped into my mind when i thought about what i was. But now, fifteen years later, i had no idea i was about to be pulled into an even crazier, darker, and surprising fate. And most of all, i had no idea i would be pulled back into my past.
