Summary of things that happened.

I found myself in a dark room. Then, I realised I am currently kidnapped by a high school girl. 

This girl holds a knife, and then I thought that she would kill me, but then she just gave me my dinner.

Crazy right? What in the world is happening to me?

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Tomorrow has come. I can see it behind the window sheets. The sunrise, lighting up the dark room I was in.

Now that I think about it, this room is familiar...

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Wait? Isn't this...

No doubt about it.

I think.... I remember....

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I am a 20-year old college student. I moved out of my parents house since I was a burden to them. 

I remember that time when I was in high school student, I was a pianist. Yeah, I play the piano, I did even write songs, but my parents didn't like it, so I quit doing it. 

They hated me for it, since my brothers and sisters are more successful in their lives, and being a pianist was a lowlife job to have in their eyes. I have no choice but to leave it.

Then, before entering college, I was engrossed doing drawings. It hit me hard. What if I draw? Someone would like it, right?

That's what I thought. Of course, I would not lie from my parents, so I told them about it but again, I am a man, with crushed dreams.

The hate they had, grew more.

Why? Why do they hate me?

Is something like this enough for parents to hate their children?

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No, it's must be because they don't hate what I want, but they actually...

THEY.

HATE.

ME.

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I hate it. 

I hate my parents 

I hate them. 

I hate people. 

I hate the world.

I hate everything.

And then I became a pessimist.

I just want to disappear.

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And so, I ended up moving away. 

I sustain my living by drawing.

Of course, people pay me for it.

I guess they like it.

But also I think they just pity me.

Since I am good for nothing.

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Remembering it here right now makes me want to cry. No, I want to scream.

But I am worried since I was kidnapped.

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Wait, I am kipnapped, in my own appartment? I am pretty sure this is my apartment. I recall it.

I just moved, and I do remember unpacking my things, but that's about it. After that, it is all blank.

Then, I woke up here, being captive.

And the fact I was being hostage by a high school girl. Unbelievable.

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Oh. Now that you mention it, where is she? I can't move out from here since I am chained right now.

At least, I want to eat.

Anything would be good.

But I guess she wouldn't.

I guess it was just pity last time.

Ahhh. I want to die.

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"Ackk!"

I woke up. I must have slept while remembering those things.

"I haven't eaten yet."

Then, I found a plate just by the door.

I also found a piece of paper. It is a note.

It says breakfast.

"Huh, I guess this is for breakfast..."

Without hesitation, I dig in for a bite.

"It's delicious."

I started crying. 

"Huh, why am I crying? Is the food that I am eating right now made me cry like this?"

I can't stop. I just savor it till last bite.

Yes. It looks horrible.

But I feel warm for some reason.

After that, I sleep again.

Since there is nothing I can do anyway.

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It feels hot in here. It must be noon.

And then, I feel the door opened behind me.

It gave a cool breeze, the feeling that it makes you think that someone will just stabbed you with a sharp, long knife.

I looked back.

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"AAAAAAAAAAA!"

I screamed so loud.

As I turned around, a sharp, long knife was facing me. I almost passed out.

"W-w-why are you holding i-it l-l-l-like that!?"

She looks confused. Is she dumb? Or she can't just comprehend a low life like me?

I also saw her knife covered with something. Is it blood? It looks like it! Is she going to stabbed me?

Eh?

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She understood me at some point. She take out her knife. After that, she gave me my plate.

As expected, it is full of blob again, like the last meals she gave me.

It doesn't look edible, but from the taste, it is actually good.

She moves out of the room, but this time she did not lock it.

I take a bite from the food.

It does taste good. 

Although like I said, it's like a prisoner's food, it really does taste good.

But....

"Well, I am a prisoner."

A slave.

I am a prisoner in this life.

I am a slave of my own fate.

I cannot change that fact.

I finished eating and headed back to sleep. Since there is nothing to do anyway too.

"I'll just wait for my food again..."

"I'm so full."

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Time passes just like that. I feel cold now. It must be night time.

I gently arise from the bed.

But before I did, I received a gentle poke. I hope it is not a knife or something.

And....

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Of course, IT IS HER KNIFE!

AGAIN!

She is torturing me.

"Why are you showing me your knife!?"

I shout at her.

Ahh. OH NO!

"Ahhh, I don't mean to shout."

She moves closer to me while holding her knife. She speaks in my ear.

???: "M-my k-k-knife is c-c-c-covered... s-so it w-won't stab you...."

Ehhhhh!

"That's not the point."

I make a facepalm.

"You can't just point a knife at someone. Since it will be bad if someone saw you."

???: "....."

She stands there silently.

Then she heads out.

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After a few minutes, she came back into my room with a plate again.

Ahhh, it must be for me.

Of course, it's the same as usual.

It doesn't look great. But it taste great.

"Why do I keep repeating it? Well, anyway."

She leaves the room after giving it to me and take my last plate from earlier.

I ate it in silence as I check the door not being locked again.

"Well, I can't go out anyway since I am chained right now."

Once I have eaten, I'm heading back to sleep. 

Since I can't do anything....

Although.

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Those meals I had...

It feels so warm. It's nostalgic.

I kinda remember something like that...

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Eh?

I feel a cold stare at me.