Disclaimer= I do not own Clannad.
Another day passed by. Lately I've been sitting near the front of the class because I figured if I sit up there and pay attention and focus on getting better grades, it may increase my chances of getting a good job after high school. A cute girl sits behind me. Lately she had been sniffing. I have good hearing, mind you, so I can hear her sniffing plus other murmurs coming from behind me. It is not the kind of sniffing you do if you have a cold. When I went home after the first time it happened, I smelled myself and I knew it was me. I made it a point to save up some money so I can go buy a can of body spray. For the first time in a while, I came to class pretty confident. How did that cute girl thank me for my commitment to keeping fresh? By coughing. She didn't wheeze and collapse, but she did that cough when you inhale too much perfume, cologne, or the like. I was crushed. Being what my financial situation is right now, I considered myself lucky as hell to be able to afford body spray. Perhaps I did indeed spray on too much, but the point is that as a result, the remainder of my day was a blur. I checked out of class early and walked home an emotional wreck.
Can you believe it? One measly freaking cough set me totally off. I slammed my door shot with lock, yelled about 50-11 times, and gooned my entire room. I tossed around my entire manga collection around, tore some pages off and I was not through. My bed became my entire room. I tore off the covers and lacerated my entire mattress. After my room resembled a city dump, I dropped to my knees and cried. I bawled my eyes out because of everything that came up. All of my problems, every bad thing I had been going through recently, came up. I felt like garbage. I felt like a waste of a human life. My right hand can certainly attest to the old saying "just back off before I snap." Under my bed, I pulled out a cinderblock. My shelf was still standing (surprisingly), so I set my block there and with all of my fury, I punched the cinderblock. It made a nice big dent in the block and my hand looked mangled. I collapsed on a bed of torn manga. Misae-san broke the door open and screamed.
"What the hell happened in here?" she said. All I could say to her were a couple of words.
"Help me."
This is what happens when money problems, school problems, and girl problems devour your mind and you resort to caveman tactics. Ask my hand if it wants anymore problems... that is all.
-Harmful Intent-