I was already out of breath, but I did not stop.
No. I could not stop.
Even though I was in a dream-like place, at the moment, the scenes just felt like a blur to me.
I kept on running ahead.
And as I kept on running to god-knows-where, I never once glanced back.
All the way, there was only one thought that rushed through my mind that was;
If I were to not leave now, I will never be able to leave forever.
I was never the social type. I never wanted to stand out. But, due to being born with an amazingly bright orange hair, the subject to-not-stand-out is not an option at all. In reality, I never once disliked the color of my hair. In fact, I love every little bit of it since, as in a word, it can be considered as a gift from the mother that I loved most.
However, it was also the cause of my life being a never ending string of unwanted attention. Every bully and gang around the neighborhood I lived in seems to have a kick in trying to beat my ass to a pulp just because I have orange hair. Isn't that just fucked up or what?
Other than the fucked up bullies, I also have a really insane father who tends to fly out of nowhere just to attack me in any possible way that he found appropriate. His utterly ridiculous reason was, "I AM GOING TO ATTACK YOU EVERYDAY SO THAT YOU ARE STRONG ENOUGH TO FIGHT OFF EVIL SEX-CRAZED MONSTERS, MY BEAUTIFUL SON! NEVER FEAR, FATHER'S HERE! HAHAHA-" which ended up with a thick catalogue being thrown directly to his face by my little sister, Karin because I was so dumbstruck at the moment while my other little sister, Yuzu just giggled at the scene.
As you can see, my life's not really normal, right?
Well, it got worse.
My father suddenly got a promotion (how on earth did he got it, nobody knew) and had to transfer to another hospital. That's really a good news, as he'd also get a raise along with the promotion and we desperately needed the money with our crazy way of living and all. The bad news was, said hospital was in a town which took half a day's trip to get there. So, in other words, we had to move.
The idea of moving didn't really 'ease' me, so to speak, with the reason that I'm pretty sure that I won't be welcomed much in the new neighborhood, seeing as I'm not even welcomed much in the town I had lived in for as long that I could remember. And it was also my last year in high school. So, I had thought that I'd at least graduate in Karakura High along with my best friends first before moving to the other town. But, seeing as I couldn't really say that my father was much qualified to be a father figure, an adult, or even a normal human being for that matter, to my two little sisters; I didn't really had much choice but to relent on moving too.
Insert dramatic sigh and a palm on my face here.
A/N: I'm too lazy to write but my hands just kept on moving. Btw, this is my first series fic and it wasn't beta'd. So, do excuse me for any grammatical errors.
Comments are most welcome and please, no flaming.