(Minato wakes up at 8:30 am. He forgot all his embarrassment happened to him in the morning.)
I yawned and stared at the walls—continuously.
After five minutes~
Bee… bee…A mosquito noise.
Disturb all concentration of me on walls—I get out of my daze.
"I don't want to get out of my daze. WHY???" I whispered.
I watched the time, my jaw dropped.
It is 8:35 am, after wasting two more minutes in shock. I realize I need to get up and go.
Click~~~
My job starts at 9:00 am; Again I am going to be scolded by Shimizu, HOLY SHIT!!
I threw the blanket into the air, and ran to the washroom door.
"Conform I am going to be late—." I feel a little heavy in my head."
I sit again on bed, trying to relax, "Yo, I am wasting my time and curling around my leg."
After calming, I go to the washroom—not in a hurry but normal.
In the middle I pick my phone from the table.
And called Shimizu, *TING TONG~~~~~
He picks up.
"Hello…" I said.
He replied, "Hello, where are you Minato? I am going to open the shop."
"Ya, Shimizu, open it, I am coming a little late okay." I replied.
"YOU AGAIN !!! I am sure, You sleep late at night then wake up late too." He replied in worry.
"Hmm… how do you know?" I replied in shock.
"I have known you since childhood, Minato I know your every routine." He mumbled
"Okay, come easy, you don't need to burden your body and brain too." He mumbled—concern with me.
I smiled, "Yeah I don't burden me, Thanks Shimizu for always being by my side."
HIs voice cracked, "Th—That's my—my honour, M—Minato."
"Bye, Shimizu will talk later at the cafe." I replied.
"Bye, bye." His voice is a little sad.
I hung up.
*BIP… BIP~~
I put my phone at the table again. I took a deep breath.
To relax myself more… I opened the washroom door.
*CLACK~~
S~i~l~e~n~c~e
I go toward the mirror to brush my teeth. I take my favourite brush, the yellow one.
And put the toothpaste on the brush but nothing comes.
"Damn!! It's empty."
I take another toothpaste from the lower drawer of the washroom.
I am going to take my toothpaste but I find my fear. That I want to believe, it is just a dream or mistake and I really forget about that.
It is in front of me—"M—my rep… report." My leg gave out.
*THUD… the sound of fall echoed in every corner of the washroom.
(Now, it becomes a more intense experience for Minato. Minato shouted in disbelief it was his report, really it was his or fake.)
"MY REPORT CARD !!! REPORT FROM THE DOCTOR !!! FROM THE HOSPITAL." I grabbed my head so tightly. My stomach started hurting again.
"It… stopped hurting since two days—WHY IT HAPPENED TO ME? WHY???!!" I shouted in disbelief.
My voice echoed at stab me again and again. It's getting worse, my head starts to hurt too.
I stood up and threw all the things on the drawer aside in anger no… in disbelief.
(That nightmare he wants to escape. He always wants to escape… It is in front of him and smiling. You try to forget me impossible.
He doesn't want to believe it is true.
He always smiles like nothing happened but deep down… He is also afraid but there is no one to tell. He doesn't want to be a burden.
Shimizu said to not burden but that burden is his own life. How to maintain his fake version of him in front of everyone? It is getting worse and worse.
He doesn't know; How long will it take to stop Minato and his inner feeling to explode… He started to break little by little piece by piece his heart became heartless. But he tries to cover all his pain in his small and bright smile.
How long…)
I take my report in my soft palm.
I stared at it for ten minutes. I don't know what I am looking for just staring at my name.
Minato Kurai was flashing in my eyes like a film trailer.
Trying to find it was not his name, the age and everything his identity…
Want a wrong identity to prove it was not his. It was the mistake of the doctor who gave another man his report by mistake.
(In deep down Minato knows it was his but doesn't want to believe it to escape reality.)
I tore the report in pieces and threw it in the sink.
Open the tap water to fade.
But the last piece was still there and written there.
BUZZ~~BUZZ…
A screen displaced in mind so clearly more like a warning.
*IN THREE MONTHS YOU ARE GOING TO DIE.
I freeze in the coldness in the darkness—I can't describe.
It is intense, it is hurting, dark too much dark… my thin ice on the floor.
Where I am standing it cracked a little again… it slowly—slowly became more thin. I don't know how long it can take my weight.
I looked at the report piece again with blurry eyes.
My eyes were filled with tears—warm not because of happiness, but something more… deep, darkness…
I was standing in the snowy storm—cold.
Cold winds striking; Make damage on my body—brushes and scratches on my body.
*THREE MONTHS~ THREE MONTHS.
E - C - H - O - E- D
I don't know what I need to do… I slapped myself.
Take out from my daydream nightmare—I can't say it was a nightmare, it was self mind versus not believing the brain of mine.
I took the report piece and tore it more and more then threw it in the dust bin.
I take steps forward to the exit of the washroom.
I don't want to see the report or any darkness anymore.
Other than that, I'm gonna lose my facade in front of everyone. I need to stop crying.
I cheer myself up like nothing happened. I am fine.
"Cammon, time to dress up." I smiled and did not last long. I burst into tears.
My breath was heavy, my heart was pounding fast.
My stomach was hurting too much… I tried my best but it became worse.
I curled around my legs and down my neck.
My cry was not stopping. It was the first time I had ever cried like that…
TO BE CONTINUED.