Prologue
When Rei was a young child, she had her parents and brother living with her. The home wasn't exactly great, but the family's love held it together. Rei was a quiet girl; she had social anxiety and couldn't handle talking with new others. It was her birthday today, as she got in the car with her brother, mother and father, a car with blinding lights skied towards their car, down the hill.
It was night, cracked windows, blood stains on the pavement, and dead, crushed bodies. Regardless, Rei was alive while staying hurt, and her arm throbbed in agony as she made her way to the driver. The driver stepped on the brake as the car rapidly stopped. The car was fancy, modern, and expensive. "Why would someone like them ever try to kill my family?" she thought. The driver immediately ran to her and assured her that she was alright. Rei coldly glared at the old man (driver) and flinched as the glass pressed into her flesh.
"We'll take full responsibility, alright? Poor you," the driver stood there, put a wide, white towel over her back, and walked Rei to that car. Rei didn't collapse to the ground, nor did she cry. She stayed silent since the day her parents died.
Chapter 1: The past will forever hold onto me - Rei's Perspective
Today is 2026, the first year in Senior High school, Grade 11. That scene still sticks with me, even when I get this old. And that is something called 'Tragedy'. Back then, when my parents died from a car accident, I did not say a word to them, nor did I shed a tear because of them. I felt a whole heap of emptiness flooding inside me since the day I was insulted and bullied by my first love. Anyway, that is a memory I may no longer care about, but the past will always hold me.
I made my way to the bus stop, avoiding people at all costs; I never want to get involved with anyone. My education was excellent, but my personality was calm, polite, and ignorant in front of others. As I sat on an empty seat near the windowsill of the bus, a boy quietly sat down next to me. Smooth, straight, black hair. Dark brown, glossy eyes. And perfectly pale skin. One year older than me, 17 years old, I suggested.
The moment I predicted when I would hear the bus's brakes, I quickly attached the earbud cord to my phone and listened to my favourite playlist, 'Piano Notes'. But the teenage boy sitting next to me took my earbud off and gripped my hand securely as he was making sure I wouldn't let go. A normal person would have stood up and blurted out his unspoken misbehaviour, but I did not budge. I didn't want to look like I cared, or even felt anything, so...
Just let them be, let them be the way they'll want it to be. After all, I am just an...
Careless and a fucking little object.