"Ah, such misfortune!"
I had spilled my cup of noodles on my lap!
I jumped out of my seat, the burning sensation of hot water on my legs!
I tried to rub it off with my hands, but I stepped on a game controller, tripping myself, and hitting my back on the floor.
"AH! Ssssssssssss."
Shaking on the floor, I recalled where I was living, covering my mouth while listening…
…thank goodness he isn't awake. I don't want him to come in here.
I slowly got up, rubbing my back to ease the tingling.
I observed the ground to make sure I didn't trip on anything else, and changed into a new set of clothes, the only clean ones I still had.
My room was very messy, with two trash bins full of trash and flies.
A messy blanket unfolded, and a pillowcase not cleaned for two weeks.
These were the cons of living fairly broke without much room, but I was grateful to have the bare minimum.
Taking a seat at my desk, I turned on my computer, which had been through a lot.
Too much, in fact.
All thanks to me.
It would constantly fall over thanks to my stupidity and terrible luck.
Sometimes it was because I hit it too hard, which made it fall over, other times I accidentally threw something at it.
"...come on."
My computer refused to turn on.
"God damn it!"
"SHUT UP!"
My father yelled from the living room and my heart raced, the sound of my father's voice activating a danger signal.
Smacking the side of my computer over and over, it finally turned on, but it fell over, hitting the ground.
"..."
I grabbed it, taking my time to lift it slowly so that it didn't slip from my fingers.
Commonly, it always slipped, doing more damage if such a thing ever happened.
And after my father's yelling, I didn't want to deal with that again.
Thankfully, I managed to get it on the desk without worry, catching it before it slipped again.
Taking a seat, I fixed any wires that may have gotten tangled, forced to unplug some and fix them back.
Finally, I was free to relax, opening Microsoft Edge.
"What!? No!"
I had lost all my tabs!
The function to restore my tabs didn't show up.
I had so much on those tabs.
Games I wanted to download and websites I wanted to work on.
I barely remembered the names because of how many I needed to find.
Even websites that were said to show the way to increase one's luck.
It was already unbearable enough to live life full of calamity, to not even be able to walk down the street without the threat of death, to not just be normal without something terrible happening.
Sometimes I wondered if I was cursed by Murphy's Law.
That whatever divine beings that existed just hated me for some reason.
At this point, I would have just thrown everything, destroyed it all, tore it all down, yet it didn't.
I was patient.
This was my life.
I had been dealing with this all my life.
But even in this calamity, I still had some things, small, but worth living for.
Like my game.
"I'll just play World of the Wild."
It was a famous RPG game that I usually played during my free time, although I had a lot of free time.
After all, today I turned 18.
Today is also my first day out after graduation.
I never had friends since people always saw how bad things happened when around me.
Even teachers stayed away from me, fearing my existence.
But that didn't matter anymore.
I was free, allowed to live a life outside of school.
Taking my headphones from my bed, they had a lot of tape holding it together.
They always kept falling off my head, causing it to hit various things like my bed and chair, which damaged it a lot over the months.
"Okay, are there any events going on?"
Opening the game, no events were currently happening, which was unfortunate, but not the end of the world.
Pressing the Enter key caused it to pop off.
"..."
I didn't even look at it.
I knew what happened, and it didn't surprise me.
This had happened already, 7 times to be exact.
I had spent the rest of the day playing the game, my luck in the gutter of hell.
All CRIT Rates failed, any status ailments I tried failed all the time, the bosses dodged my attacks most of the time, and only one boss had fallen to me, and it wasn't even luck, just a pure, raw attack with no plan in mind.
I'm not even sure why I still played this game.
I obviously did the worst in the game.
So much so, even the game rewarded me for being so trash!
Getting a trophy for failing a CRIT Rate 200 times in a row.
I'm not even sure if I was sitting in front of this screen the entire day, but it felt like night had approached in a flash.
Looking outside, I could see the bright moon and for a moment, just a moment, I felt like something was watching me.
"..."
Turning my head to the door, it was slightly creaked open.
Why is it open? Did I leave it open?
Walking over to the door, right when I was about to close it, I'm not even sure what happened, but I could have sworn I heard a whisper.
"...!!"
Opening the door, I peeked into the corridor, but there was nothing.
"..."
I had no words, but it could have been nothing.
After all, the darkness tended to invoke things in people.
Turning off my computer, I jumped in bed, looking out the window in silence.
"...I really hope things get better from here on out."
Closing my eyes, I had drifted into slumber, yet fate had other plans.
On my hand, a red mark appeared, and I would disappear from my bed, leaving behind the room that was once my home.
Unknown to me, whether it was luck or dodged misfortune, the computer had finally given up, smoking.