The Girls Who Traumatized Me Volume 4 Prologue

Prologue: Snowy City
 

 
Snowflakes drifted down, I look up at the gray sky. Wanting to catch the snow crystals in my bare hand, I take off my gloves.
 
The flakes kissed my skin, feather-soft, then melted away.
 
I walked on, leaving a meandering trail of footprints across the blank canvas of snow. Joy rose in me, and sadness too.
 
But the swell of emotion was fleeting. I quickly returned to my brooding thoughts.
 
I kept walking, not really seeing, trying to ignore the loneliness and anxiety weighing on my heart.
 
The adults passing by didn’t seem to notice me either.
 
The bitter cold stung my skin. I hurried my steps, longing for warmth.
 
Still no one saw me or heard my silent cries for help. How cruel this world could be.
 
My wispy existence in this world made me feel almost invisible at times. I hated it.
 
It had been nearly thirty minutes since I lost sight of my mother. At first I searched desperately for her, but exhaustion overtook me. My legs felt heavier with each step now. I wanted nothing more than to sit down where I was and not get up.
 
But I knew if I did that, I might not be able to stand again.
 
Tears welled up as I stumbled on. I can’t cry. Mother will scold me if she sees I’ve been crying.
 
She won’t forgive me for getting separated. A scolding is inevitable. My heart sank at the thought.
 
I was alone in this cold, white world. A creeping fear paralyzed me.
 
Suddenly, I sensed eyes on me. I turned to find an older boy observing me intently. He just watched, silent and still, like I was a curious fish in an aquarium. Our eyes met, yet he remained expressionless.
 
I drifted closer to the strange boy, almost against my will. Somehow, he didn’t frighten me.
 
Perhaps because he was the only one who noticed me at all. His impassivity reassured me.
 
It was an odd that I had never felt before, yet pleasantly warm feeling in my chest.
 
When I reached his side, I clung to the hem of his coat, taking comfort in the contact. That small gesture was all I could manage.
 
“Are you lost or something?”
 
I nodded, blinking back grateful tears. This person understood. I didn’t feel so alone anymore.
 
“Ugh, what a pain,”
 
the boy grumbled, though his actions seemed kinder than his words. He sighed,
 
“Should I ignore you or should I ignore you…?”
 
Aren’t those the same thing? I wondered. Yet he deliberated over the identical non-choices.
 
“Oh well. I’m meeting Sekka san soon, so might as well I guess. Let’s have a pop quiz – know why none of the adults helped you back there?”
 
I shook my head in confusion. No one had offered a hand when I desperately needed one.
 
Was there a reason for that? Did they all just dislike me?
 
“It’s because It’s all dubsta!”
T\N : Double Standard

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he declared, holding up a finger matter-of-factly. I didn’t understand the term he used at all.
 
“Okay, how about this – has anyone ever stressed the importance of manners and greeting properly – parents, teachers etc?”
 
I nodded. School report cards even had a section for it. Greeting politely was basic etiquette I’d learned.
 
“Now here’s the odd thing – take a closer look around you.” The boy continued, “The adults harping on about proper greetings almost never actually do it themselves. Sure there are exceptions.”
 
Are there…? My teachers return my greetings. So do my parents–
 
“Have you ever seen one of those adults urging you to help out people in need actually helping someone struggling themselves? Adults have no qualms lying to children.”
 
I hesitated. Wasn’t he right? No one helped me just now when I desperately needed aid.
 
What exactly should I believe then?
 
“Take a look around you,” the boy swept his arm out. ” The adult world runs on the principle of ‘I didn’t see anything.’ Sucks but that’s reality.”
 
So that was it. As he said, people just found me a nuisance. That thinly justified their lack of involvement.
 
The facade is nothing but a facade. Acting on one’s true feelings is not possible.
 
“For example, there’s a mother who usually vents about her husband to her child, injecting criticism, but when something happens, she teams up with the father and scolds the child, playing the righteous role. A scumbag who gambles and accumulates debt, yet acts all high and mighty as a father figure. If you play games at home, they tell you to go play outside; if you play outside, they complain about the noise and tell you not to use the ball. It’s truly lamentable.”
 
The boy seemed to be carrying some excessive stress. I became concerned.
 
Maybe he hates adults. The hand gripping the clothes naturally tightens.
 
“School for instance – it’s rife with absurd demands. Can’t trust the teachers or classmates you know? Teachers freshly out of college are often clueless about society’s workings themselves.”
 
I’d unconsciously placed teachers on a pedestal, viewing the profession itself as a noble calling.
 
Never questioning, I simply accepted their words as gospel truth. But…what if I was wrong?
 
“What I’m trying to say is,”
 
the boy lightly ruffled my hair – a comforting warmth like basking in the sun.
 
The simple gesture stirred an unfamiliar warmth, thawing my frozen heart.
 
“Become strong enough not to lose against fickle adults or unreasonable demands. If you’ve time to await someone’s aid, spend it considering solutions instead. Don’t fear solitude. There’s strength in self-reliance, remember that.”
 
But won’t such a lonely existence be sad? Wouldn’t that world feel cold and bleak?
 
“Well, if you have someone reliable, depending on them should be fine I guess. Like Sekka-san. She smells nice, totally hot, kindhearted, well-endowed and we bathe together too.”
 
So that person meant a lot to this boy? As for me, the person dearest to me is—
 
He took me by the hand to lead me onwards. Looks like we’re headed to the police box.
 
“Me? I’m the boy who permits no dubstas – Yukito Kokonoe. But I’ll only accept reliance in times of trouble, got it?”
 
The police box came into view. Is that officer speaking with– my mother!?
 
Mother glared at me, fiery rage burning in her eyes. I shrank back in fear.
 
“My daughter got lured away by this shady man!–! —Kikyo!? Honey, are you alright!? How dare you took my child! Give her back this instant! She’s my precious–!”
 
Mother charged over in a fury and slapped the boy full force, knocking him flat onto the snow.
 
A sharp crack rang out as he tumbled limply, deep ruts marking his slide across the frozen ground.
 
Horrified policemen had to wrestle my frenzied mother off as she sat astride the unmoving boy.
 
She kept screaming about attempted kidnapping but they ignored my desperate pleas.
 
I frantically explained it was all a misunderstanding
 
….the boy had simply guided me here, nothing more.
 
So why did he have to suffer such unreasonable mistreatment!?
 
Mother finally started to calm down a little. My heart pounded anxiously. What scolding awaited me now?
 
Still, I persisted pleading my own fault. I was bad for getting separated…
 
“Remember this well”
 
…the fallen boy hoarsely muttered as he staggered upright again.
 
“They drill into you – if you make mistakes, apologize for them. But adults never follow their own preaching. Even catching themselves in the wrong, they’ll concoct excuses to justify their behavior. Don’t trust the lying hypocrites.”
 
Before I could react, he immediately took off running. Silence reigned.
 
The boy vanished…walking away with grief-clouded eyes.


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