Chapter 7 Epilogue End of the Literature Club
3 years later
Kyoto, Japan
MC's new house
I decided to move away that day, I made arrangements for a new place that I would work my butt off to pay off. The way I did that was by writing books and getting them published I went under a new name. 'Chad' discarding my old name and life behind. I doubt that anyone would care.
Once the arrangements were made I made sure that Naomi would be at school so I could make the move. And thankfully it worked. I was gone like a ghost. I suspect that by the time that Naomi got back all she saw was an empty house to live in and with a note upstairs in my old bedroom.
Thankfully with the money that I earned from my first book, I got myself a new phone and turned my old one off tossing it in my desk along with everything else from my old life. Not that I really cared, I focused on myself.
I discarded my old life like it was just garbage. And along with that any friends I made or could have made. Time and time again I figured Sayori would try to get in touch with me. But time and time again I ignored her. Eventually the messages on social media and my phone stopped. I was working on my latest book.
To the deepest darkest pit of hell is what I called it. In it I wrote of experiences of a young man and his childhood friend who got him into a club full of girls. Who then he fell in love with one particular girl. I didn't name any names of course and not that it would matter of course. I was just finishing up the final touches on the story. After wrapping it up I decided to take a break, and get me a beer just to stare out of the window. It's hard not to think of what could have happened. But then again why dwell on the past, best to move forward and discard it.
I walked to the kitchen to get one of the best beers in Japan. Maybe that would take my mind off things for a while. After walking from the kitchen to the living room I sat on the couch and turned on the TV to the news.
The anchors were talking about a girl named Yuri and how her body was found in the cemetery 3 years ago. Figures the news anchors would talk about that. I thought bitterly. I changed the channels to something else to take my mind off the last 3 years. As I reached into my pocket to remove the bottle cap from the bottle I got a knock at the door. I can't be behind on my payments I thought.
Or at least I thought that someone was knocking, it must have been one of the girls. Go fucking figure! I decided to ignore them. Well whatever. I heard someone talking on the other side. "I know your there MC, and I won't leave until you open up" said the voice. Yeah fat chance of that happening.
I thought as I got up to close the curtains on my windows. Well whoever it was,this person was quite persistent. Luckily I didn't leave a spare key under the mat or on top of the door. That would have been too easy.
I got back to watching TV and whoever it was eventually left. Finally, maybe at least I can watch TV in peace. Well at least I got my wish, too bad that person set me in a rather foul mood. After opening my beer and began to drink I let my mind wander back to 3 years ago. And of course further back as well. All I wanted to was forget everything and everyone. So I kept drinking but not enough to pass out on the floor or puke my guts up.
The current program that was being showed was an anime, I can't really recall which one. And not that it mattered anyway. As I drank more and more memories began to flood my mind again. It was agonizing to remember girls like Natsuki and Yuri.
I was so wasted that I decided to turn off the TV and head upstairs and pass out on my bed. I'll get the new book to my publishing company when I'm not drunk or something like that. I thought as I passed out on my bed. The nightmares kept getting worse and worse but drinking helped with that.
6 hours later
I later awoke and noticed that Day had turned to night and rather fast. Not that I cared of course, luckily my publishing company was still opened. Grabbing my new book, I headed out the door of my house(after taking some breath mints so I don't smell like beer) I walked to my car and got in and headed off to my publishing company, Books and magazines inc.
I got to my editor and handed him my copy of the new book. "Think you can get this published?" I asked.
"Sure thing Chad, I was about to close up shop anyway,but yeah I can get this printed. It will sell like hot cakes." said David with smile.
David was one of the few people that published anything that I wrote. My first book Why cruel world why was awarded best seller. I never really told him who I really was nor about my past either. I didn't want it catching up with me.
So I stuck with it,until it became my new name. I was about to turn and leave when David suddenly stopped me. "MC, look I'm not sure what you've been through and frankly I don't want to know but this book you wrote I think it's going to be one of the best." he said. I could tell that he had dollar signs in his eyes. Not that I cared. Eventually I walked out of the building and back to my car and drove home that night.
MC's new house
I pulled into the driveway and got out of the car, what I didn't notice earlier was wet spots on my front porch. I quickly noticed who it was. It was Sayori. I scowled at the thought of her tracking me down.
But she did. Somehow, she did. I didn't care,I told myself 3 years ago that I would never reconnect with anyone of my past. And I don't plan on it. Even if they reconnect with me. I won't reconnect with them. I had books to write and publish,and other things to do.
I walked inside of the house, closed the door and locked it. Figures Sayori would somehow track me down. If that was her plan of trying to reconnect with me after 3 years then it was pathetic. I thought. But whatever it didn't matter, nothing of my past mattered. Not even my past with Sayori. I need to look out for numero uno. Me and no one else. Hopefully she takes the hint and pisses off. I sat down in front of my TV again and decided to catch up on some shows. But this time no beer in hand,not that I needed one anyway.
As I laid back on the couch and propped one leg up on one of the cushions I let my mind wander for a bit. Hell when I first moved here the girls somehow still had my email address. So I had to create a new one just to focus on writing and publishing books. I'm sure my old email is filled to the brim with messages from them. Not that I'm going to open it. I have to focus on me and no one else.
