Chapter 2
When he woke up, he was in the hospital. His father was sitting beside him, crying.
"What happened? What happened to me?"
The dream lingered in Shinji's mind like a mental illness.
I can't tell my grandmother.
She doesn't know his heart is broken.
He longs for the dream even more.
He longs for it because he's alone in his surroundings.
He has no siblings.
Nowhere to go
It's boring being just the two of us
It makes me feel lonely
That's why I long for the friend from my dream
I can't tell if they're real or just a figment of my imagination
Right after being discharged from the hospital, seeing families beside me leaving with their children, joking and happy, brought tears to my eyes. I had never experienced anything like it. His parents had lost their two-year-old son.
He never got to see his mother and father's faces.
His heart was filled with sorrow and grief.
As if he had decided to bear witness, he looked at his grandmother's face, and his suicidal thoughts vanished.
His grandmother was 90 years old.
There was nothing he could do or say for him. A blank-faced young man, Shinji, began smoking. One of his childhood friends, Nate, the boy with the most expensive snow-white scarf, approached him.
I don't know who it is.
He sat down beside me and started smoking.
As soon as Shinji came back from smoking, he threatened him with a knife and demanded the Dream World Book.
"Do you know the book for casting spells, Shinji?"
"You might have one."
I know your father used it. If you don't give it, they'll threaten that your grandmother will die.
Shinji doesn't know anything.
Are you crazy!
I don't have it, like you said.
Alright, give me one day. If you lay a hand on my grandma, I'll kill you.
Shinji said, "Alright, I agree. I'll let you go—just don't mess with my grandma, or I'll kill you."
Shinji ran back home. His mind was full of worry. He was anxious about what might happen to his grandmother.
Shinji ran back home.
His mind was full of worry.
He was anxious about what might have happened to his grandmother.
When he arrived, he found his grandmother calmly sitting there.
Shinji calms down.
But he has to prepare for tomorrow.
The rain is falling because of the storm.
In the back alley, Shinji, who's sneaking a cigarette, has his mind in a muddle.
I don't know which textbook to look for tomorrow.
I'm happy I can't go to school because I have to go to the hospital.
I won't be bullied today.
I hate this world too.
It won't let me be perfect.
I want to die!
I want to die!
Expressing the mind of someone filled with resentment.
I pray that the guys who make fun of me won't even get to smile.
I hate you all.
I hate myself too.
His chin is prognathic, his jaw is long.
He lives for his looks, making sure he doesn't look ugly.
But they still make fun of him.
He finds joy only in poetry.
Day by day, he just waits to die.
Thinking about her, I'm upset that the girl from my dream doesn't tease him.
The girl from my dream isn't mocking me. I wonder if I should tell her that I was admitted to the hospital today.
Oh well, she doesn't want to know. I'd better just dream again.
Immediately, his thoughts turned to the Dream World spellbook. He'd never even met his father, so she didn't know where he'd kept it. He knew he'd have to find it, and he was annoyed about having to give it back in a week.
"Oh, right! Grandma will ask."
His grandmother told him that his father had hidden something.
His excitement blossomed...
"Grandma, really? Where is it?"
His grandmother pointed to the basement.
Upon learning this, Shinji went down to the basement.
At that moment, he saw a photograph and tears began to fall.
His heart ached.
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