I'm home.
Sometimes I just get lost in my own thoughts and go crazy like that. Mom would definitely know.
But... I don't think I've ever felt that feeling of... pain... like I just did...
Wait.
As I go into the bathroom, something seems... off.
I know this place, I definitely recognize it! It's just... Ugh, I'm too tired to even think.
I look at myself in the mirror. Though that huge weight still lingers in my ribs, I look completely... normal?
Well, as normal as I can be, I guess.
As I go to the kitchen, I see Mom cooking yakisoba. Good stuff. Her name is Namika. Very gentle, classic motherly figure that you'd see in a friends' house.
She may have a questionable sense of humor, and sometimes acts overly protective, but nothing harmful.
I feel... younger, in a weird way. I have more spirit than before. Maybe that's what a near-death experience does to your mind, haha.
I look at the television on the other side of the dining room;
The GazettE... I'm not huge on visual kei, so I've only heard about those guys. They seem cool, just not my thing. Come to think of it, didn't one of my friends like
Shit. I forgot about that, I have class tomorrow still. Sigh...
Yet, I woke up in a cold sweat at that point? Was I really just daydreaming, am I crazy?!
Welp, nothing like a day after the other, as some would say. Though I have a headache now. Man...
Let's just go to sleep.
I say goodnight to Mom and lay in my bed comfortably.
She may have a questionable sense of humor, and sometimes acts overly protective, but nothing harmful.
I'm so sorry for arriving late, Mom.
It's okay, Kimie. Just take care of yourself, please.
Deep silence fills the air.
Hey, uh... you looked pale when I went outside there. Were you doing anything? Almost passed out or somethin'?
H-Huh? Well... I suppose so...
Get some water from the fridge if you need it.
Come to think of it, I am pretty tired and thirsty. Can't deny water, ever.
I feel... younger, in a weird way. I have more spirit than before. Maybe that's what a near-death experience does to your mind, haha.
I look at the television on the other side of the dining room;
V-ROCK FESTIVAL on October 24&25, at Makuhari Messe!
Featuring Marilyn Manson, Plastic Tree, The GazettE, SEX MACHINEGUNS and many more of your favorite V-Kei artists!
ドント ミス アウト！(DON'T MISS OUT!) o(*￣▽￣*)o
The GazettE... I'm not huge on visual kei, so I've only heard about those guys. They seem cool, just not my thing. Come to think of it, didn't one of my friends like
Kimie, do you have any homework for tomorrow?
O-Oh! Uh... no, I don't think so.
Hmmm... check your notebook later to guarantee you really don't have anything, young girl.
Sure, sure.
Shit. I forgot about that, I have class tomorrow still. Sigh...
Yet, I woke up in a cold sweat at that point? Was I really just daydreaming, am I crazy?!
What a weird evening...
Welp, nothing like a day after the other, as some would say. Though I have a headache now. Man...
Let's just go to sleep.
I say goodnight to Mom and lay in my bed comfortably.