I'm here, you're here [Dee]

[kousei ♚]

Kenneth Wayman

I come crashing back down into reality and everything is a painful blur. As always I groan groggily when I try to move around because a sharp pain seems to pass through my body. Ohh, that's painful. All I can see is darkness, once that might have sent a wave a panic through me but not any more, I'm used to it, I'm used to that kind of thing happening to me when I wake up because I know after a few minutes I'll be able to see more clearly. First it will be a grainy blur playing itself out in front of me, then it will slowly get sharper and sharper until I can finally see clearly.

So I lay here, still as a statue and trying to figure out where I am by feeling around. As always many questions are asked in my head that I can't answer myself at the moment. Where am I? Am I hurt? Gosh what happened last night? I slowly open my eyes to find that my blurry vision is starting to sharpen, quicker than usual. It draws a weak grin on my face, must be getting more and more used to this kind of stuff. That's a good sign right? I'll take it as a good sign. But that still begs the question, what the hell happened last night? Obviously there was morphling, there almost always is morphling, possibly some kind of alcohol as well.

My memory is still a horrible haze, but the face of my dealer is definitely recognisable. Of course he's there, if he wasn't I wouldn't be in this state. He's always there when I try to jog my memory, it's painful but he still always shows up. And there was laughing, a whole lot of laughing, followed by people shouting. I notice my vision quickly getting sharper and I can finally recognise the hard surface I lie on is a floorboard (my floorboard!) which means I must be at home! I actually ended up at home for once. I can't help but begin chuckling as I force myself up, it's probably way into the afternoon, my head is throbbing like a drum but I know after taking a nice, long, hot shower I'll feel a bit better.

It takes hours to get ready as if it's morning. Take a hot shower to wash the grime off me, vomit, brush my teeth. It takes quite a while but I finally get it done. Although, I still don't remember what exactly I did last night but I think I'd really rather not remember. I don't know what I'll do today, probably sleep some more. But then I find a note on the table with a huge book next to it. The moment I lay eyes on it I just know it's probably one of my sister's she's the person in the house who reads books like that and I know that for a fact. She reads more than me and she's four years younger than me, dunno if that says something about me or her -probably the former-.

Kenneth,

Please return this book to the library for me.

~Your sister

Scowling I take the note and scrunch it up, throwing it in the bin from a distance. I grab the book (it just has to be at least eight hundred pages) and tuck it under my arm. I might as well take this back for her, the least I can do for being gone basically all night. Usually the house is crawling with kids from all ages, master takes care of us but I guess they're all out stealing and I've been left out -again- but I'm generally used to it. With a sigh of defeat I stride out of the house. I know where the library is because she's always dragging me there to borrow a book with her, I never personally borrow one but she does.

I just want to get there and get back home, maybe go to sleep or something. I take towards the library full stride. Return the book, get back.

Narrative
"Speech"
Thought

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“Come on, Shoiri, it’s this way!” My head turns to see my classmates behind me and motioning me to go over. But I can’t, not today. “I can’t. I have…have something to do,” I shout back. I usually don’t go with them anyway—I know they’ll be doing something other than studying—but today, I actually have a good excuse not to go. “Aww, you can take a day off work, can’t you? You’re probably their best employee anyway.” I can’t help but laugh at their assumptions; it couldn’t be any less true. I was still new to the job and while I had managed to discover some interesting phenomenon, it was hardly solving all of the world’s pain. Only once I figured out how to do that would I consider myself successful.

But it’s not work that’s succumbing to their pleas. Two weeks ago, I had discovered a new series at the local library that I hadn’t expected. Usually I would go to the bookstore and obtain these types of books so I can hide them in my dresser at home, but this must have been an old set or it wasn’t too popular. Either way, the District library had it and it would have been silly of me not to use the library to my advantage. The only reason I had to do the reading in the library was I didn’t want people to see I was reading these books. I’m a good girl, a studious girl, but I have a weakness for these books and while they aren’t too raunchy, the material can sometimes give me nosebleeds.

I don’t hear their voices anymore as I hurry towards the library—I have about an hour before Mother expects me home—and my feet patter along. No one can know my secret, I think as I step inside the library and make my way to the ever familiar shelf. It doesn’t take me long to spot the book I had been reading for the past week, and while I have to tiptoe to reach it, the book slips right into my hand. I’m about to open to the page where I last left off, when I hear heavy footsteps coming towards my direction. Scrambling, I tuck the book into my chest and peer around the corner of the shelf to see who it is.

It is a boy I don’t recognize, either from school or the library. He doesn’t seem to be too familiar with the library as it doesn’t look like he knows where he is going, but I keep my body hidden by the shelf save the top half of my head.

OOC: Sorry, dear. My last two weeks have been more packed than I expected and I also don't have a template for Shiori. I will format this when I get home in a few days, but I have to finish packing and cleaning for now.