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Chapter 4- Not Worth It

It wasn't until I decided to enter middle school that I had finally figured out my good luck.

For most of my childhood since the death of my parents, I assumed that I was just an omen for the people around me because I was never affected by any of bad stuff happening to me. In fact, everything seemed to be on the positive side for me.

I started to notice little things that I had happened to come by. Always being the first in line to stuff, finding money while walking on the streets, getting free things just for being at the right place at the right time, and so forth. I never really notice those types of stuff.

Then occasionally, there were those bigger incidents that occurred. Things like potted plants falling from opened windows barely missing me, falling down stairs only to come out perfectly fine, and most of all, the constantly escaping death scenarios. . .Those usually ended up with others dying in some way.

For example, one time I was running late and had missed the train. I had to wait for the next one. However, that didn't happen because the train that I had just missed derailed and crashed; killing and injuring a lot of people. All the trains were shut down due to the accident.

There was another case when I was at a convenience store. I was in a line of three people and the person in front of me allowed me to cut in front of her. Not wanting to be rude, I thanked her and did as she said. I bought my item and as I was about to exit the store, I moved out of the way to let someone go through the door first. I was only a few yards away before I heard gunshots. The man I had passed by when I was leaving was robbing the store. The woman who had let me cut in front of her had a bullet wound through her head.

At home, it wasn't any better. On my eleventh birthday, one of the new cooks that I have hired recently decided to bake me a birthday cake. I was happy that someone actually wanted to do something for my birthday. I remember eating almost half the cake. It was delicious and I ask him if he could teach me how to make one. He said yes. Afterwards, I wanted to help him clean up by putting some things back in storage or in the freezer but he told that he would take care of it and I went to bed.

The next morning however, the servants found him in the walk-in freezer dead. Apparently he was accidentally locked inside the whole night. After that, all of my servants couldn't take it anymore and quit. They had enough. That was fine. I didn't care anymore. I let them go; giving them their last paycheck as they walked out the door.

I had finally gotten used to being alone by now.

Even when I decided to attend public school, I tended to keep to myself in the corner of the classroom. I didn't bother making friends anymore. My classmates learned to stay away from me. They even titled me the "School's Shinigami", which wasn't really far from the truth but it still hurt to be called that. Most of the time I would just observe them; seeing what they were doing and overhearing what was going on in their lives; their dreams of the future. Along the way though, even when they hated me, I had soon grown to hope that my fellow classmates would reach their destined goals. Hoped they would face the obstacles they were dealing with. Hoped they would succeed. I inwardly rooted them on.

As for me, I didn't know what I wanted to do. I didn't see myself with an interesting future like my classmates. I had no goals to achieve. Besides, I was loaded. I didn't need a job or anything to help support me.

After school, I always came home to an empty mansion. I didn't bother going out. I usually just stared up at my ceiling bored out of my mind. But it gave me a lot of time to think. It mostly had to do with the miraculous stuff I've been in.

I started to get annoyed of it actually. I began to hate escaping these near-death situations; frustrated at trying to figure out how I could have survived this long. Airplane crashes, train accidents, shootings, HOW THE HELL AM I STILL ALIVE?! It bugged me to no end and I was just so sick of it. Was God just playing a game? Wanting to see how long I can make it out of these freak accidents? Was I really that important to be kept alive? If that's the case, then why involve the people around me? Why sacrifice their lives to save mine?

"What's preventing me from dying anyway?" I asked myself for multiple nights. "It's got to be something. I just don't know what."

Well, whatever it was. It saved my life yet again. This time, it was during junior high and I was around 12 or 13 years old.

A lot of the students at my school lately were all talking about this serial killer that was on the loose. They said that this killer would kidnap children and hold them ransom. If he didn't get the certain amount of money he wanted, the child's body would be found mutilated the next day. It was causing a huge panic as three victims were already discovered around our area. The teachers had instructed us that we should all walk in groups to and from school and that we shouldn't be alone; that we should be accompanied by friends or family if we were going out.

Hehe well, I guess that's why I was such a perfect target seeing as I had none of those things.

It was pretty sudden too. I was walking to school one morning when he came up from behind me; shoving a piece of chloroform-soaked cloth on my mouth. Of course, I went unconscious. I later woke gagged and blindfolded; both my hands and feet tied up.

I heard his footsteps coming towards me. He knelt down and whispered into my ear. His hot breath made my whole body shudder. I gasped as he roughly pulled my hair; lifting me up so I can hear him perfectly.

"I wonder how much you're gonna be worth for me kid. From your uniform, it looks like you go to a pretty rich private school. So maybe 100 yen? 200? No, 300 million yen! Hehehe! Well, if not. . .I'm sure I'll have some fun gutting you like a fish! Don't worry, I'll make sure it'll be long and painful as possible. Then I'll dump your dismembered body in front of your school gates for everyone to see."

All I could do was muffle a whimper through my gag. He seemed to enjoy my discomfort and I felt his wet tongue lick my cheek slowly. I felt so disgusted.

"I'll make sure you're turned into a masterpiece. It's gonna be great!"

With that, he dropped me back to the floor. I heard him leave; laughing to himself.

Was I scared? Obviously. I mean, the dreaded serial killer I kept hearing about has taken me for ransom and if he didn't get his money I'll be killed. I think this was just as scary as the hijacking incident. I wanted to cry but at the same time I also wanted to roll my eyes.

'How could this be happening again?'

It wasn't just fear and annoyance that I felt in this situation. I also felt hope.

Was it the hope that I was going to make it out alive like all the other times? . . .Yes, but I also had hope for the exact opposite. This could be the day where I actually do die. After escaping death so many times, I wanted this man to just get it over with and kill me. I already knew that no one was going to pay for my ransom so my chances of getting murdered was pretty high. Surely I wasn't going to get away this time!

After a few hours, he came back no doubt frustrated that he wasn't going to get any money from me. I could hear the sound of things being thrown about. The killer grunts and yells in the background. It's as if he was a child throwing a temper tantrum because he couldn't get what he wanted. Finally, he came up to me and took my gag off. He probably wanted to hear my agonizing screams once he decided to finally kill me.

Hesitantly I asked, "A-are you going to kill me now?"

Instead, he just picks me up off the ground and carried me somewhere.

"No," he replied coldly.

I was confused. I didn't get it. I really didn't. No? Did he just say no? Well why not? HE'S A SERIAL KILLER! Serial killers kill their victims regardless of anything. Most do it for the sake of killing; because it feels good for them right? Was I wrong? What made me an exception? Didn't, just a few hours ago, this guys was talking about how he was going to enjoy cutting me up if he didn't get the money? What happened? What changed his mind?

As he set me down, I asked him one more question. I just needed to know. . .

"Why?"

There was silence for about a minute and then he answered.

"Because you're not worth it."

Then, he knocked me out again.

When I came to, I heard the voices of policemen searching for me. There was this terrible odor all around me. I tried to move but my hands and feet were still tied. I also felt like I was trapped inside some bag with other contents stuffed inside it. Trying to move the ropes off my hands, I felt something get stuck between them. A piece of paper?

Well, because I was making so much noise from struggling so much the policemen finally found me.

"We found him!"

"Are you alright?"

"C'mon get him out of there."

My binds and blindfold came off. I turned around to see what I was trapped inside.

It was large garbage bag.

Ahahaha! Fitting isn't it? That worthless trash like me was inside a garbage bag. It's where I belong after all! Anyways. . .

I looked down at the piece of paper in my hand to see that it was a lottery ticket. I stuffed it inside my pocket and was taken into police custody. They never did find the killer though.

After a few hours of questioning, they decided I was allowed to go home. It was really late by the time I got out of there. Remembering the lottery ticket I found, I went to the nearest opened store to see how much was on it. I wasn't surprised at what happened next.

"OH MY GOD! CONGRATULATIONS! YOU WON 300 MILLION YEN!" the cashier girl screamed out. "You certainly are one lucky kid aren't you?" she commented.

". . ."

When I came home, I didn't bother cleaning off the dirt on me or changing my clothes. I just went up to my room and stood there in silence. Finally after a few minutes, I spoke into the darkness.

". . .Yes."

A smile formed on my face.

"Yes! Yes, YOU'RE CERTAINLY RIGHT!"

I chuckled to myself. "But why? That guy. . .He didn't kill me. He said it was because I wasn't worth it. I WASN'T WORTH IT! TO BE GUTTED?! TO BE KILLED?! I wasn't worth dying. He put me in a trash bag instead. Am I that worthless that I'm just considered garbage? Pathetic garbage that not even a serial killer would end me?! Now I see. . .hehehe. . .That's what I am. I'm just a useless piece of disgusting trash. I deserve no less after everything that has happened! Oh, but why. Why does it always end in something good for me?"

"It's frightening how lucky that boy is; to not even get hurt by any of the horrible things he puts himself or others in."

"You sure are lucky! It still baffles me that a child like you survived something like that."

"You certainly are one lucky kid aren't you?"

"Right. . . that must be it. All those terrible situations I've been in, they were just foreshadowing it. They were all foreshadowing the good luck that would follow after. Finding out the servants' secret after my dog died, getting the inheritance and freedom after the crash, winning the lottery after being kidnapped by a serial killer, all those miseries would result in the fortunes I gained in the end! All the rewards and money I've received, all the accidents I survived, all the sacrifices made so I can live, all of them were from luck! I never was cursed! I'm just lucky! It was always luck! The only reason trash like me is still alive after all this is because of luck! This good luck! MY GOOD LUCK!"

I started laughing so hard as if I heard a really funny joke. My heart was beating so fast like it was about to burst. I couldn't breathe anymore but I didn't stop.

It hurt. It hurt so much.

"No. . ."

Even when my vision was getting blurry from the tears falling down my cheeks, I didn't stop laughing. It was excruciating.

"WHY?!" I finally screamed. "Why this luck? Why these circumstances? Why their deaths? Why kill them but not me? Why any of these things in the first place? What did I ever do to deserve this? I don't understand! It isn't fair!"

I looked up in anger. "Why!" I yelled out to whatever forces that were up there who were punishing me. "I'm sorry okay! For whatever I did, please forgive me! Just please! I'm so sick and tired of all this! Please just tell me why!"

I stopped yelling and listened.

No response, just silence. I chuckled at how ridiculous it was, thinking I would actually get an answer. I became so exhausted.

"Hahaha...what's wrong with me?"

I felt pain everywhere on my body. I fell to the floor and just sobbed. It felt like I had fallen into despair.

"Why can't I just die?"

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