Ryoma jumped out of his bed, drenched in cold sweat. His mind was empty, he could not remember anything that happened last night nor any weird or bad dreams that could induce such fear in him. He just woke up suddenly, with a panicking heart and his lack of memory disturbs him. He got up from the bed, ignoring the pounding headache, and head to the toilet, wash up, took off his pyjamas and changed into his school uniform. Inevitably, he glanced at his body in the process. His scarred, torn and tattered body.

"Disgusting.." He muttered to himself as he gently stroke the long ugly scars that run across his chest.

He quickly looked away, and hurriedly put on his uniform, covering the ugly scars away from sight.

He had completely no idea why these scars are on his body. Neither does he had any memories of what happened when he was much younger. His memories were filled with gaps, and he hated it. When people start a conversation with questions about his childhood, like 'What kind of games you liked to play when you are younger' or 'How you spent your childhood' or ' Have you visited place so and so when you were young", he hated it that he could not reply them. It's not like he is very sociable, and would like to talk to people. In fact, somehow, he hates talking to people. It is such a waste of time, in his opinion. However, he hoped that at least he himself would know the answers. He often wondered what kind of person he was when he was a child. Was he a quiet boy, an active boy or what? It is so scary to live in this world every day, surrounded by people whom you don't know very well. But it is even more scary, to not even know yourself. In his world, everyone is a stranger and even 'Echizen Ryoma' is an unfamiliar persona as well.

Ryoma sighed as he went over to the wardrobe, and take out his watch to put it over his right wrist. To be more precise, to cover over his right wrist, that hideous sight. This one, he could still faintly remember. He remembered a night when he somehow, for some reasons, lost his mind. And he started to do crazy things. In the end, his frantic brother sent him to the hospital, and bring him to a psychiatrist and had his memory sealed. Or stealed. He do not understand why they need to do that. It is his memory, and he has the right to know what happened, and what exactly sets him off. He felt that his rights are violated. How he hated his intrusive parents and overprotective brother. Since then, he had drawn a strict boundary between himself and them. If they have no respect for his rights, he doesn't see a point in being too chummy with the likes like them.

Sighing for the second time of the day (his day had hardly begun) he went down to the kitchen for breakfast.

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"Ryoma! You sure you are able to go to school today?" His mother asked frantically.

He wondered why his mother got so worked up over him going to school. What happened last night? He looked over to where his brother is and saw his haggard brother dozing off to sleep.

"Ryoma, I think you should rest for today. I can call your teachers and tell them you are not feeling well." His father said.

Those eyes again. They are looking at him with those eyes again. Ryoma could not tell if it's out of annoyance, irritance, worriedness, or even out of fear. For some reason, they were being extra cautious around him and kept looking at him for some kind of signs, or rather, being wary of him.

"I think I am fine today. I shall go to school." I replied coolly. But somehow deep inside my heart, that's not what I feel. I don't feel okay at all. Even though I could not remember, or have the slightest idea what had happened yesterday night, or on many nights like yesterday, but I do know clearly that I am being a burden to my parents and my brother. And that feeling is not good at all. I hate to feel this way.

I sat down and stuff my breakfast into my mouth, and left the house as soon as possible. Somehow, I just don't feel that I belonged here. I am just imposing them.

In retrospect, there's really a lot of things that I do hate uh. Welcome to my life, people.

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1) Yeap, I know Ryoma here is OOC, his thoughts and everything. However, before you feel that 'urgh this is such a waste of my time to read', would you mind waiting for the next few chapters? He wont be that OOC soon. Yea, soon.

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