Chapter 1
When is the light going to come through the clouds?
Hello. My name is Seiko. I'm 15, and I am alone. My parents died, one in a car accident, and other killing themselves prior to that. Tragic, and it only happened at age 9. I'm not adopted, and I have survived on my own. Independent. I go to High School,I do my work, I do my job... Yet its still no enough for anyone to notice. That's alright. I never cared anyways. Who ever cared about the girl in the back of the class anyways? I'm a simple loner, like many. Tho I'm different. Or, I like to tell myself that... I've been like this for as long as i can remember. And I know all to well that wont change. It never will. And, well Im fine with that.
As the day went on, it felt like years had gone by. Each hour feeling like ten, and each class was like going into a dark cave, where no one would find me, recognize me. See me. I went on like that, class by class. I never raised my hand. I had no need to. I had all A's. AS the bell rang, I jumped to my feet and ran out the school, things in hand. I had no time to waste with a bag. I never had needed one anyways. AS I ran down the street, I hurried into the park, running through it quickly. It was the fastest way to my apartment.
While on the run, I found myself slowing down as I passed an familiar park. It brought back memories of my days when I used to be so bright and cheerful. I used to play with all the kids, run around playing tag. It was the little activities that counted there. Not the races, or the days the school would have games. And now... I look back and wonder what happened to that part of me. What happened to that, once kind, bright, cheerful girl? And then I remember. I remember all the bullying that happened... the death of my parents... being abandoned by the rest of my family after that. Being left alone. And since then, I have never been the same.
Its not all as sad as it seems. I tried to think about the good, before depression would cloud over and leaving me with none. There was no good out of that situation. Even now when I think about it, there was truly nothing good about it. And thus here I am. I don't talk, I don't budge. I keep to myself so I don't have to worry about others. I keep in contact with my old friends... So I guess I still have that, little part of me that's there. But barely. I had moved out of there district long after the death of my parents. It was cheaper, and with my wagers for my job, I couldn't take the chance of living somewhere so expensive.
I let out a long sigh, as the sky turned grey, matching the mood. I shook my head, waving to the abandoned park, before heading off home once more. No one came to visit me anymore. Not unless I ask at least. I guess they know I've changed as well. Is it in my voice? Or is it the words I use and long, sad sighs? It was most likely both, I think. I walked to my mailbox, already to the building I lived in. It looked alright. Brick walls that looked brand new, and the old charm of the shutters by each window. The place was dated a little on the outside, but severely dated on the inside. I managed, so I hadn't to complain. As I shuffled for my key, I opened my box number and opened it. There was piles of untouched mail. I hadn't checked for two days. But one... one caught my eye. It was all black, unlike the rest, and had my name neatly spelled in white.