Chapitre 2: Chapter 2 - Awakening(2)
"This is the building." I look up to the building in question. I've walked pass the building a few times in the last few years here. I start walking to the room on the note instead of getting lost in nostalgia. The lights are still on so there should be someone in here. Now how do I let down someo-
"hmm!"
"Ahhhh"
"Harder"
"Shut up. Put this in your mouth"
I hear multiple voices, strained voices. I wonder what they're doing. ¬_¬
The activities aren't surprising, I know a lot of groups engaging in this type of activity. Me being invited to one of these group meetings is surprising. My sexual history isn't a secret to anyone, I have none. It's no secret I choose to remain away from these intimate activities. I don't hide it and everyone knows not to involve me in these things. I haven't changed my stance for Kate since we started dating.
"I guess it wasn't a confession. That's a relief. I don't have to break someone's heart... Who would invite me to this thing though?" I mentally check the people I talk to on a regular basis, apart from Kate, Ray, and the teacher, there aren't any constant faces.
I ignore the moans coming from the room in front of me and walk the other way. Oh, there's someone blocking me.
"Ray?"
"Seth." His voice is... sad, no, more monotone.
"You wrote me a love letter?" It wasn't a question. If he knows I'm here, he wrote it and shoved it in my pocket. Why did he use paper? It's so outdated. He's also one of the few people who can get close enough to me to place the letter somewhere my hands constantly are.
"Yes and it wasn't a love letter."
"I figured. You know I don't-"
"I know. I always told you to break up with Kate for a reason." A sinking feeling. It feels like my entire body is falling, heavy. I can't take a step and my mind is racing to figure something out.
"W-What are y-"
"I'm not your friend. I never was. But you're the only one who ever tried to approach me. You're the only person who tried to be my friend. I will repay you for that and end your pointless suffering."
"Look Ray, if this is a joke, you're taking it too far."
"In that room... Your 'girlfriend' has a line of men waiting for her to s-" I punch him. I don't realise I did it until he does the same. His punch made me realize what I did. "If you don't believe me open the door." He doesn't look affected by the punch.
With my vision blurry and blood running down my nose, he walks away. The moans coming from the room feel different. They're haunting, taunting me. I open the door and...
"Hey, can you breathe down there?"
"Shut up! You know she likes choking. Look here, choke her hard enough and she starts squirting"
"MMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"
"Dude, my shirt's all messed up now"
"Haha."
I close the door. No. I didn't see anything!! It was some random girl. Yeah, that's it!!! A random girl, there's no way my Kate would be fucking seven dudes at once. No, there's no way! She's pure and innocent and we're both waiting for marriage so we can have our first time together. Yeah, there's no way she'll do this to me, now even...
I'm already opening the room to my dorm. What? When did I start walking? When did I leave the building? Ah, whatever. It's fine. I just need to get a good night's sleep and everything will be fine after that. I take off my white school shirt and am about to take off my undershirt and pants when... when Kate calls me.
I answer the call.
"Hello?"
"Hmm. Hey Babe, you busy?" That wasn't a moan! She just stubbed her toe or she's having trouble finishing her essay. Yes! Not a moan! Not a moan!! NOTAMOAN!!!!
"No, why?"
"I'm out, grr, with a few of the girls and I won't be able to finish, mhmm, my essay. Can you help me out? I'll, ahh, make it up to you later."
"S-Sure"
"Love you!"
"Sniff." I wipe my nose and find my sleeves more wet than it should be, which is dry. "Huh? Why am I crying?" I look in the mirror and see my puffy, red eyes. Tears are falling from my eyes to their death but there's a smile on my face.
"Fuck this" I punch the mirror and it cracks. I see multiple faces of myself, all of them more grotesque than the rest. Punch. Again. Again. Again. I keep punching until there's nothing left, there are pieces of glass stuck in my broken hand. It's weird, technology has come a long way from where we were. There are flying cars, teleportation ports, mana guns, and yet a mirror is still the same. It hasn't changed at all. It's still specialized glass attached to metal, wood or stuck on a wall.
"Fucking idiot! Fuck you. Fuck me. Fuck this. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck." I never swore before today. I never got into the habit. It always felt too vulgar to swear. "FUCKKKKK!!! HOW COULD SHE!!!! SHE-THAT-"
I can't complete my words and just find things to break. All the furniture I've bought over the last four years is destroyed in a matter of minutes. Clothes torn, drawers filled with holes, bed broken. The only thing remaining is my watch since it has a defense mechanism and my school clothes since they have a regenerative function along with temperature control.
There's blood over the clothes I'm wearing now. It's most likely from my broken hand, both hands are bloody. I take them off, not caring about the clothes which are being smeared with even more blood. I walk into the shower and turn the water as cold as possible. It's around -18 degrees. While this would hurt normal humans, those who have a potential over 20 have increased... everything. Meaning they can survive in much worse conditions than regular humans.
In the shower, I stand still as the icy water falls over me. My body tenses and cries with each drop... like myself. I can't believe it! My girlfriend, the woman I thought I was going to marry, the woman I planned on dedicating my entire life to!! She just...
Memories of our time together mix with the sting of betrayal, the cold does not let my mind wander like I NEEDED it to. I look down and see the drops of blood flowing. I should see the nurse and stop clenching my already fucked up hand. Tears well in my eyes, but I don't let them fall, the ones that do fall without permission are washed away with the water. No one can tell the difference.
I feel the water slowing down before I turn it off. Every day the dorms have a limit for water. If you use too much, you'll have to go to the faculty building and pay for more. I look into the mirror and stare at myself in the mirror. I know who I am, I know how I'm feeling. Being self-aware is both a blessing and a curse.
"I can't handle seeing her again."
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