I was looking out the window and a rain suddenly started, a heavy one. Eventually class was over so I put my headphones in my ears and walked out of the classroom, walking down the hall everyone was pushing to get out and someone bumped into me.

I look over and see a guy who is paler in the face and I hold out a hand and he picks himself up from the floor with my help.

"Thank you."

Without saying anything back I leave and walk out of the school, when I get to the schoolyard I stop and look at the sky and raindrops fall on my face.

- Too bad I didn't bring my umbrella this morning.

I started walking again and waited for the pedestrian green to turn green to cross to the other side of the road.

Waiting for the light to turn red for cars and green for pedestrians the rain had already made me completely wet.

Eventually it turns green for pedestrians so I cross the street, reaching the other side of the road I enter the subway entrance and walk down the stairs, this time the place is empty and my footsteps echo as I walk down.

I pay my train ticket and run to catch the train, my footsteps echo loudly and I manage to get on the train in time.

The train was almost completely empty, which reassured me for the moment so I sit down in a seat and look at my phone, reading a book online.

An email notification pops up so I click on it and look through the email, being a little disgusted.

The email came from a person without a name in the email, and the content of the message was like this, if you want to want to go through this year you should talk to me.

- I think I know who this person is, but I'm not jumping to conclusions.

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I block the email and get on with the book I started reading. Continuing to read my phone battery dies and I'm left with just a black screen.

I put my phone in my pocket and take the earphones out of my ears and lean my head against the wall of the train closing my eyes. The sound of the train stinging my hearing. This feeling, it's suffocating me.

I open my eyes and look around, no one is in the seats and I'm the only one in the train wagon, I feel relieved but anxious because of this.

I look to see which is the next station on the train and that is Shibuya.

- Two more stops and I'm home.

I look at my hands with a neutral face but in my heart I have a feeling I have never felt before, a feeling of stillness, a feeling that something is changing but I can't trust anything or anyone.

The train stops at the station and several people enter the train and sit down on the seats but for some reason no one on the side where I am sitting. I'm not saying I care so much about this unnecessary aspect, but I'd like to not be treated like this anymore.

I look out the train window at Shibuya station and the doors close. The sound of the doors closing penetrating my hearing. The train starts moving so I simply look down silently without even a facial emotion.

- Forget it, I don't need anyone in this life.

Looking down I notice some legs standing in front of me, when I look up it's a 2nd year student, she smiles calmly at me and asks me what I'm doing but I just sit quietly and look at her with a neutral face.

"Ishikawa-kun, are you alright? You don't look fine at all."

I was looking at her and in my mind I wished she would go away and let me be but I saw that she wouldn't let me be so I talked to her.

"Huh? I'm fine, who are you anyway?"

She smiles at me and sits next to me telling me her name.

"I'm Sakura Nao."

"And what do you want from me Sakura?"

I was waiting harder for my station to come and get out of the subway to go home but it seemed like the train was moving slower, I felt like time was stuck in place while I was talking to this girl.

"I wanted to ask you, why are you always quiet at school?"

"I'm not quiet, I just don't like to talk at school."

I didn't want to talk to anyone else, so I got up from my seat and walked to the other car and she wanted to come after me but gave up on doing that. I felt a sense of remorse so I checked my backpack for a book to read.

I found some book so I simply read and waited for the time to pass and get home. I finally got to my station and got off the train. Walking my footsteps filled my thoughts with nothing but sound.

Reaching the top the rain still didn't stop and I continued walking home without a problem, everyone else had umbrellas so I looked like a freak around them, but that's it.

Walking through the cold rain I get close to the house, looking around I see only cars speeding along the road and few people with umbrellas.

Walking further towards the house I hear a loud bang and when I look back I see a car slam into a wall flattening, the screams were high pitched but I kept walking home.

The fire coming out of the car, a fire that wouldn't stop even in the heavy rain it is now. I looked without any emotion on my face at that scene but eventually turned back to my walk.

- When I was little I saw the same accident but my mother was killed in that accident.

I still walk down the street and nothing special happens except the screams in the distance become louder and more painful to my ears.

- I don't feel sorry for what happened to my mother that day.

I stop a few feet from the house and look at my hands that had wounds, wounds from when I was a child.

- I will never forget what that woman I call my mother did to me.

I walked into the house and threw my backpack on the floor and took off my shoes, then went to my room to put my phone on charge and went into the kitchen where I sat for quite a while thinking about what to do.