Warnings for this chapter: dissociation, shouting, suicide baiting, mentioned alcohol abuse, and parental fighting.

Jin doesn't notice the screaming match she walked into when she opened the front door. Her thoughts were spiralling everywhere and she barely had enough consciousness to walk to her room without alerting her presence.

"...such a fucking bastard! Cheating on me with..."

"–Feeding canaries red peppers turns them–"

"–ear is better at hearing speech and the left ear is–"

"...ll you're the one who cheated first! Fucking whore. Jin probably isn't my daughter is she?!" Jin walks up the stairs towards her room, eyes blank as she watches herself almost lose her balance.

"–can sleep for three years."

"15 minutes of laughter equals 2 hours of sleep."

"You can survive entirely on potatoes and–"

"Why the fuck would you care if she's your daughter or not?! You never cared!"

"I never cared?! That's a fucking laugh, coming from you."Jin watches as her hand seems to move in slow motion–why is it moving so slow?–and opens her door. She trudges into her room and almost misses when she kicks the door closed.

"Get out! Just get out!"

"No! I'm paying for this fucking house!"

"...I'm so tired..."

"Snail's teeth are the strongest natural material on Ear–"

"Dying in a car crash is 1 to 83 ratio."

"I'm just so tired..."

"I said get out!"

CRASH!

"DON'T FUCKING BREAK MY SHIT, YOU WHORING BITCH!"

Jin doesn't take off her school uniform and crawls onto her bed, curling in a ball. Her hand grips her soft blanket–I remember this always being so soft–eyes staring blankly at it. She loosens her grip and runs a hand over the blanket. She couldn't feel it.

"Death by drowning is... is... 1 to–to..." Jin's thoughts sluggishly come to a still. Jin takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. She continues taking deep breaths, immensely relieved that her thoughts weren't suffocating her.

"God, I fucking hope you drink yourself to hell!"

"Maybe you should actually use that pistol for something useful and blow your brains out!"

CRASH!

"Stop breaking the shit I pay for!"

The 15 year old barely notices that she was able to feel something from the blanket before passing out, the shouting becoming peaceful ambience while also drowning out her sluggish thoughts.

"Jin, wake up. I didn't birth you to be a lazy fat ass." Jin slowly opens her eyes, staring straight at her mother's cold blue business outfit. Her dull brown eyes, much more vibrant than yesterday, glances up to look at the woman's face.

Jin quietly sits up from her curled position. She crawls to the edge of her bed and stands up.

"I have to go to work. Make your own breakfast." The woman leaves the room. Jin rubs her right eye while she trudges over to her closet. She takes off her uniform–forgot to change last night–and stretches her sore back. The blonde sighs tiredly and grabs a pastel blue long sleeved crop top from a hanger and puts it on before grabbing a black plaid skirt from the ground and pulling it up.

"If I can reduce the overheating with less coolant, I may have enough room for the–"

"Reducing the size of the compartment may make it small enough to hold inside my satchel, but it may cause other–"

"–is 30 centimeters in length and 54 in width. I can make it 5 centimeters longer. Hopefully that will be enough for the–"

Jin doesn't bother to brush her hair and leaves it in its curly mess. She rubs her left eye and rolls her neck, grabbing the oversized pale yellow button up shirt hanging off her closet door. She puts it on before slipping on a random pair of knee high socks and walking out of her room.

"Hello Bun-Bun..." Jin leans down and pets her black cat when he walks between her legs. Bun-Bun meows loudly, rubbing his side against his owner's shins.

"Did Mom or Dad feed you?" The sudden look up with pointed ears makes the 15 year old sigh. Of course they didn't.

"An auto-feeder is too expensive too in–"

"I should start putting reminders on my phone again..."

"I need to put my phone back tog–"

"Alright. Let's get you some food before I go into my workshop," She says, picking up Bun-Bun. The cat makes a small noise in surprise, but lets Jin pick him up. Jin starts walking again, hugging her cat to her chest as she walks into the kitchen.

Jin sets Bun-Bun on the counter before walking to the pantry. "For dealing with the screaming match yesterday, I'll spoil you today."

Bun-Bun meows, almost sounding like he was cheering, while sitting on the counter. Jin takes out a can of expensive cat food and opens it while she walks over to the counter.

"Here you go, Bun-Bun. Don't tell Mom." Jin gently pets the cat's head before walking back to the pantry. She takes out a bag of chips, a three bottles of water, and an unopened box of saltine crackers.

"I need 2.7 liters of water a–"

"Do I still have water in the–'

"–to 2,400 calories is needed a day for the average adult fem–"

"I'll open the cat door. Please don't get into any trouble," The blonde says as she makes her way to the back of the house, opening the cat door before walking out into the backyard. She closes the door behind her and walks over to a tiny, old shed sitting sadly in the corner of the backyard. Jin opens the door, not bothered–or didn't notice–the large amount of dust that explodes out at the sudden force and walks in.

"Time for work." Jin keeps the door open for some form of light and sets down her food and water. She cracks her knuckles and walks over to her drawing bench. No more time to waste.

"–o, 3.567 • 2.432 then divide the number by–"

"The new computer chip in the phone is working bet–"

"Love is love! Baby, don't hurt me–"

"...m, hello...?"

"I have had one bottle of water today. How many hours have–"

"Bun-Bun is getting lonely. I need to get him some sib–"

"–s your owner deaf?"

"Humans are inherently social creatures and can go insane–"

"Ow!" Jin exclaims loudly, instinctively pulling back her leg to grab her bleeding shin. She looks down, startled out of her thoughts and sees Bun-Bun sitting innocently next to her other foot.

"Bun-Bun, you could have just screamed until I got annoyed... not scratch me," She says with a small glare, rubbing her shin. Bun-Bun turns his head and stares at a person standing awkwardly in front of the shed.

Jin blinks in surprise. "...hi?" It was a slightly taller 15 year old boy with crazy purple hair, dark purple hair, and pale skin.

"Hi... um–you're cat was wandering around my street and I–well I decided to bring him back to you. In case you–you know, didn't know he got out," The purple haired teenager says awkwardly while Jin blinks again. She nods her head, glancing down at Bun-Bun.

"Bun-Bun likes to go on adventures. I get a bit... focused on my projects." Jin waves a hand around her workshop. "Thanks, though. He forced you to walk back here didn't he?"

"Y-yeah. Sorry about trespassing. Bun-Bun wouldn't let me stay on the front porch." The tall teenager smiles awkwardly and rubs the back of his neck. Jin stays quiet for a moment before taking a step forward.

"Akiho Jin... nice to meet you..." The blonde says quietly, holding out a hand. The boy relaxes slightly and grabs her hand, shaking it.

"Shinsō Hitoshi."

Jin tries to smile at him, but it only comes out as a grimace. She nods her head and looks around her. workshop. The alarm clock on her drawing bench read 13:24.

"W-would you like some lunch? As a thank you..." Jin asks quietly, head tilting slightly. Hitoshi shrugs and stuffs his hands into his hoodie.

"I'm not–" GROWL "–hungry..."

Jin feels a giggle get stuck in her chest, almost bursting out, but not able to. She gives another grimace and walks around the purple haired teenager.

"I'll make some sandwiches... Bun-Bun, don't touch that. It'll burn you."

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