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Sometimes I question if there really is a god that so many in the western world believe in. And if there is, what purpose does he have for creating me? Am I a little puppet to his game? Let’s see how this little rat lives in the environment I give him and see if he solves the maze or something. I don’t fucking know.
“Hanemiya, you’re free to go. I hope to never see your face again.” the officer who I’ve gotten to know over the last 10 years. A fucking decade locked up. It wasn’t my first but knowing me I’m gonna fuck up and lead to someone else dying. All I do is bring pain. They didn’t let me kill myself. Instead I spent 10 years in prison, made a bitch, cried and cried. But it was repension for what I did to Shinchiro, Baji, Chifuyu, Mikey, and everyone.
I left the doors for the first time since I was put in here, and the air seemed to want to push me back inside. I don’t blame it. Like everyone says, I’m a flight risk, except I can’t catch flight anymore.
Carrying only a leather bag, Takemichi dropped off years ago with some of Baji’s belongings in it for this day. None of them knew what day I was getting out. I don’t think at least. Not like they’d care. They all are gone separate lives.
Cars driving by the prison, none coming to pick me up. The worst part is knowing I had nowhere to go. My father and mother split after years of abuse, knowing when I went to prison the first time. I wasn’t going to have a home. I slept where I could when I got out. Lying to everyone that I was actually with my mom.
Of course Baji figured it out, oh how much I miss that ouf. He and his mother let me sleep there until you know, I stabbed him in the back. Literally. Killing my first love. I killed him no matter how many times anyone can say it was the second wound he inflicted on himself that killed him. It was me.
Mrs. Baji visited me throughout the years, never once insulting me or telling me I should've died instead of her son like I expected. She treated me as a person. I can’t go back to that house after I betrayed them both. My boyfriend, or well ex-boyfriend as he isn’t in this world anymore and his mother who cared for me when my own mother didn’t.
So I kept walking, to find a place to stay the night. My options for my life career path have been stripped from me when I went to prison, especially two deaths. Nobody hires felons. I can probably find a job in the red light district, to make ends meet.
The only option I got, hoping to get a job at a brothel, maybe a club. Somewhere to sleep at least. I know at least being a pretty boy I can make enough for food.