New Origins Online

Prologue

-How hateful.

Gazing at the window’s car I felt surreal.

A lot of afterimages of buildings, houses, cars and people has pass through.

But my mind is still set at a distant memory.

A setting of how I turn into a NEET.

“We will soon be arriving. Are you ready for a heavy scolding?” A woman asks with calm face.

But angry deep within her heart.

“Yes……” I can only hatefully agree. The fault is mine anyway.

I, Lyka Macauille, am a daughter of a famous couple.

My mom was a famous novelist with a 150+ published book.

And a top notch beauty.

This led her to have a lot of suitors.

One of those suitors was my dad.

A normal guy that can be found anywhere.

He is very kind which is why my mom falls for him.

It is only when he was employed in a famous corporation that he became famous also.

They are both a kind parents.

-I had always loved them.

So, as a kid, I had always loved how they pampered me.

How they raise me.

I had always loved them.

How I want to be like them.

And tell them that I love them.

But as I grown up, my time with them grew little and smaller.

They are now too busy.

I couldn't call them anymore.

They won't scram to the floor anymore at my call.

They will simply say “I’m busy”.

I hate them.

I hate them for leaving me.

Fine, I will be all alone.

I don’t have to be with them.

I will follow my own path.

I will be famous on my own.

That is what I had believed before.

-I hate my past self for thinking so.

I asked my parents to enroll me at a distant school.

My mother rejected the idea but…

“Is this what you want dear?” asked father

“Yes…..” I answers immediately.

“Why do you want to enroll at the Canrua University”

“To be independent…..”

I want to show them.

That I, the one who they left behind, will be more famous than them.

“…………..”

“…………..”

It took a few second before my father ended the silence.

“How much allowance would you want every month?”

“Honey!”

"What? I just want to confirm if Lyka needs heavy or small allowance. We will be able know how much independence she wants."

"Lyka is still a child! and you want to send her to a very far school?"

“Elina my dear, Lyka is already mature. She can think for her own. Let her do what she wants.”

“But, Michael!”

“I have known how much attention you want from your parents, Elina. But they were too busy to notice you. And now, Lyka felt the same also”

“…………..”

“So go and live the life you want, Lyka” And then he smiled at me.

“Now hurry up and pack your things”

At that time, I have learned that father still loves me.

But I still thirst for attention.

In front of me lies the school gate.

The one that gives passage to guests.

And the protector of the school.

It has a simple design.

And its iron bars are colored black.

Not too big, not too small.

But it is now welcoming me with its arms wide open with its simple black iron bars.

I accepted its offer.

-I should have rejected it. I hate myself.

For the first past years, I have done remarkably.

I had high academic grades which makes me an honor student.

I had excelled in physical tests.

I had always followed my teachers.

It was supposed done well.

But why?

I hadn’t angered anyone.

And yet, they are all avoiding me.

With every eye contact, they glance away.

And when I glance away, they will stare at me.

Are they laughing at me?

Do I look that bad?

Yes, I am small but I am no child.

My breasts are small but it will grow big if you give it more time.

I’m sorry if I’m cute not beautiful for you.

I will color my pink hair to become a blonde hair.

So please, don’t look away. 

I’m not a disease that causes them to have fever.

Their cheeks are burning.

I hate this.

I hate you all.

“Lyka… Lyyyyka!”

“Y-yes mam”

“Sigh* answer this problem”

“..........”

“Were you not listening?”

“..........”

“Even if you are an honor student you should still listen to the discussion. I will discuss it again just for you”

How frustrating.

I hate them.

I hate everyone.

The following day, I stopped going to school and went to play computer games.

Among all the games I played, I loved rpg games, A game where you raise your character.

I felt like I am the character I am raising.

The ideal me whom I wanted to be.

I raised their level to the fullest.

Give them the best items.

Upgrade their stats.

To become the best, I give them all the best.

I hate losing.

So I will make sure to make them strong enough.

To  defeat every enemy who I encounter.

And the great boss, I will butcher it.

Even players who asks for duel, I overwhelm them.

I was so immersed.

That a year has already passed.

Saturday night.

Mother came to give me a welcoming greets.

She wanted to know my welfare.

I could not tell my mom that I had stopped going to school.

I can not let them know that I studied far away to become a shut-in.

This is the beginning of my biggest problem.

So, I did everything I could to drive her away.

But it only made her wants to stay and watch me go to school.

For her, my tantrum made me cuter and would cuddle me away.

I had thought that if I went to school at Monday morning she would have left.

But she insisted to accompany me.

She wanted to see the school I am attending at.

But I am not attending any schools anymore.

Their eyes, I hate them.

I hate to see them again.

How I hate them that I had to tell my mom the truth.

But my mom did not believe it.

She thought that I am shy.

And I am only preventing her to see my friends.

It is when we made it to school that my mom had a grim face.

“We're home now Lyka”

“Yes mom……..”

And that is how I arrive at this situation.

I do not hate my mom.

Nor do I blame her.

It is my fault.

If only I did not ask them to enroll me at a far school.

And be Independent.

I would have not met this situation.

I regret it.

I hate myself for it.

But what I hated the most right now is to see my father.

I let him down.

He fought mom for what I want.

He had believed in me.

He gave me all the things I needed.

And yet I let him down.

I don’t want to meet my father.

I hate to see him hating me.

I hate to see the only person who had trusted me be gone.

“Your father is still at his work so we will wait for his return” and then she unlocks the door.

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I am happy,

Even if it’s a few minutes of delay.

“yes…… mam…”

“I really shouldn’t had let you enroll in that school. I’m so stupid to believe in you” and then she went in.

Those words gave a heavy load in my heart.

But it is still my fault for believing at myself also.

I hate myself.

We went inside.

Now that I’m inside at my old home, I feel heavier again in my heart.

Just ahead the main door is my medals.

My parents probably want to brag my past achievements, which is why they hang those medals in front of the main door.

Now that I saw them, I remembered my past.

How great I was before.

I was so great, that seeing myself now in such a pity state made me want to cry.

I was blinded that my parents does not see me anymore.

To only see myself now.

I hate myself.

I hate myself.

But there is nothing I can do now.

“Now that we are here.” Then she sat at the chair in front of me.

“When did you stop going to school.” while gesturing to take my sit beside me.

I took her offer and said

“Last year”

“Last year......” and then she slam the desk.

“If you had quit going to school then you should have told us! Not only did you made us believe in you but you went to buy those crappy games with the allowance and tuition fees we gave you! Day in and day out I had always thought of you. How successful is my daughter now? Is there a lesson she could not understand? Does she have a girlfriend now? What if it affects her grade? I am so worried about you and that is why I came and accompanied you to school to see how well you are but only to see that my daughter stop coming to school!”

I could not refute it or defend myself.

It is by my own doings.

“I hate myself.” It slips out of my mouth.

“So you hate yourself which is why you played those games” She misunderstood it but…

“But games does not elevate you. It only burden you more”

“Lyka, We neither see you as a worthless girl nor a problem. In fact, we are proud of you. Which is why we believed in you but you have just shattered our trust”

I had just learned today how proud you are to me.

But I had shattered them.

“And that is why I am now prohibiting you from doing things on your own without us knowing. And I will know hire your personal teacher for you to catch up with your lessons. It is only a year so you can still make it”

“Yes......mom” I can only agree

“You are also prohibited to play games. And to leave our side”

With what I had done I understand it well.

“I will call teacher Rhea. She was once my teacher but now retired. She will probably understand the situation knowing her”

She probably hates me now. I hate myself.

And he will hate me now.

“I’m home” I heard a familiar voice

“Ah, Dear”

Hearing it gave me cold sweat.

My body went lighter.

And my mind went blank.

He is here. And he will now know the truth.

“What is this important talk you want to tell me for me to stop working and to call Lyka also… Oh! Lyka is here.”

“It is all about Lyka, there are thing you have to know ”

“Hmmm… So what have she done for you and Lyka to have those kind of faces?” now he too had a serious face.

“Sigh* would you believe it? She stopped going to school and used the money we are giving her to buy COMPUTER games. The one you liked playing”

-That’s big news for me.

After my father heard it, she paused for a second.

And then he went to face me and came close to me.

I couldn’t look at him so I hang my face down and gripped my skirt.

So he has to bend down to talk to me

“Did you enjoy school?” while he stroke my hair. It felt good but.

“At first… but I then hated it…” I answered honestly.

“T-their eyes. I hate them. How they look at me.” And then he stopped stroking my hair.

“What is it that you hate?”

“How they avoid eye contact… but still  look at me when I am not looking….”

We went silent for a few seconds and then he said…

“Oh right I have a present for you.”

“Dear!! You are pampering her again!”

“Ha ha don’t be like that Elina. It had been 2 years that we haven’t seen Lyka”

-Why?

“It is you who should not be like that! It is because you are spoiling her that she became like this!”

“Why not? Isn’t she cute?”

-Why are you not angry?

“Well…. She is cute… But still, you are spoiling her too much”

“Are you not angry? Dad.” I asked after not being able to bear myself anymore.

He smiled.

“Why should I? You answered me honestly.” He answered with a smile.

“But, I have been a bad girl”

“Oh, then we too are also bad” he grinned.

“Everyone had at least done a bad thing in their life. Around thousand I think”

“But, It is not the error which you should look at. It is what you learn from that error. We cannot evade wrong doings. You will encounter at least once a day.”

“And so, you instead learn from them”

".....But...don't I still have to be punished?"

"You are already punished. If not, you won't be repenting right now."

You are a big stupid father.

But I love you.

“Ah, the present is within the car you can look at it if you want” while smiling at me.

Out of curiosity I went out to go and fetch it.

“Haaaaa.... seriously, you are bad when it comes to our daughter”

“Am I? Aren’t you as bad as I am? You are being strict because you love her”

“Though, I am not spoiling her. Well enough of that. There must be a reason for your actions right?”

He then went serious.

“If you heard her answers then probably she hates how her classmates lust for her cuteness. Would you be able to bear with it?”

“But she is not crying, any woman would have cried after telling their sad life.”

“People who do not cry are the one who needs more support. Just like how I was before” he then looked at a distant past.

“I see” she then smiled.

“So what is the present you gave her?”

He grins.

“Virtual gear”

I immediately went to the trunk and opened it.

As messy as always, but there is a box which caught my attention.

So I grabbed and opened it.

It is a headgear, looks like a motorcycle helmet though.

But strangely it has buttons on it.

Looking more closely it has battery and wifi symbol.

After inspecting the  present for me I suddenly heard a loud voice.

“MICHAEL!!!”

Don’t know why mom shouted.

But it made me smile.

I will definitely repay you, father.

I then notice a little booklet within the box.

I then grab and read it.