Prologue


    My name is Ichitami Takigashi. I''m a Japanese man born and raised in New York, Brooklyn and I am thirty-two years old. I have blonde hair, blue eyes, and a big birth mark on my neck. I was currently wearing dirty white shirt, black sweater, and black pants.


    My mom and Dad died in a car crash a week ago. I also have heavy mental problems. I have been living in my car for the past few days, and I was going to ask my ex if I could live with her. Sure, she barely knew me after dating her for a couple of days, but I still needed a place to live, yet no one answered, and no one was at her place.


    I''ve just been a poor guy out here trying to survive. I’ve been trying to find a job, but no matter how many jobs I see, I wasn’t hired. I found a few jobs that were paid very poorly in my opinion, so I didn’t take the offer to work those jobs. I only had a bit of beef jerky this morning, and I''m still starving. It was raining and thundering outside in the night.


    I was in a convenience store, seeing if I could buy a snack. I looked in my pocket to see only two dollars'' worth of coins. Damn, I said to myself as I clenched my hand that had the coins in it.


    I grabbed a bag of potato chips and went up to the checkout counter, where I placed it.


    "That will be four fifty," the cashier said. I placed down the two dollars. "Sir, that''s two. I said four fifty."


    "Oh, cry me a river and take it. You''re just missing an extra two and couple cents, so what?" I said as I was slowly getting frustrated. took the bag of chips and turned the other way.


    "Sir, if you take those, I’ll have to call the cops."


    I turned around and looked back at him again. "You’re going to call them for a bag of chips!?" I said as I got more frustrated. "You know what? Fine, take your stupid ass chips, you fatass." I threw them at his face, took my two dollars’ and walked out the door.


    The rain did not slow down, and it continued thundering. "Can’t just help someone that is dying of hunger over here." I scoffed. "Bastard."


    As I got to my car, I took out my keys, but before I could open it up, I looked at myself in the mirror, growing a small beard, and saw my dirty white shirt. "Hm, guess I do need a little cleanup." I opened up the car doors with the keys and got inside.


    The chair got a little wet, and the inside of the car was messy. Before I could start up the car, my head began to hurt. "Ah!" I said as I grabbed my head. I started hearing ringing. I opened my eyes, and I was starting to see things in blue.


    I was hearing a weird language that came from a woman and a man that was talking. "Ah, what the hell did I take..." I said as I had my eyes closed and I opened them again, and I saw the inside of a carriage. "Ah!" I blinked again, and my vision was back to normal, and the ringing was gone.


    I looked around, a little confused about what happened, but I calmed back down again. Guess I took some intense shit earlier. I shrugged it off and started up the car and backed up.


    ***


    A few minutes later, I was now driving on the road. Damn it... What can I do? Who would let me stay with them? I tried to think of someone who would let me live with them, but no one came to mind. I started to sigh. "I don''t know anymore. I really don’t."


    I stopped at a red light and looked at a house window where I saw a happy family. I felt more anger and sadness.   If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    If only I had that. If only I kept that. While I''m out here lost. In the house, a boy looked out the window right at me, and I quickly looked away. It''s been three days since she kicked me out.


    My ex was just some random girl I met on a dating site a few days ago named Camila Flay. I was just a guy trying to finally see what it''s like to get a real girl for once, but that didn’t go well for me. I tried to ask other people I knew if I could live with them like friends of mine. Still, mainly my ex, my brother, and ex-friends said stuff like ‘I was a degenerate’ or ‘not welcome there.’ I was mainly thought of as an immature brat or perverted freak by my brother and others before he moved out, and another reason was that I didn’t respect our mom and Dad, but that was because they didn’t treat me equally, and he lost his respect for me.


    And I was already too late to ask my now ex-friends of mine if I could live with them since I ignored them often and left them on read and stuff.


    My life first started to go downhill when I was a kid in elementary school and high school due to bullying over my clumsy mistakes and the birthmarks and being just a total fatass. It wasn’t super bad bullying at elementary school, but high school was the worst.


    The younger brother I once had was three years old. He died by falling off the balcony of the house right on the cement ground.  I felt sad, of course, but I''m over it now.


    The rest of my life, I became a weeb and watched porn and became a drunk mess just staying in my room all day, only going outside fifteen or so times a year, and kept wasting my money on a bunch of light novels, snacks and more.


    I turned right into the highway once the light turned green. I''m not that bad; why didn’t she just let me live there for a day? Sure, I was only a little mad and a little dirty, but it seriously had to have been when I heard my parents died. I mean, it''s not that hard to understand. I should’ve known having a girlfriend was a bad idea, and donating to a sperm bank years ago for money isn’t that bad. It''s not like I had sex with someone else; and it was before! I just needed money.


    I was robbed of my money when I left my door unlocked one night. Now, I barely eat. They didn''t steal my guitar and light novels despite that, so I see that as a small win. I enjoyed playing guitar then and there. I got it a year ago, and it was just lying outside the sidewalk. I thought of selling both of them because I was more than starving at this point.


    I took a deep breath to relax and looked at my empty wallet on the seat beside me for a split second.


    I yawned as I looked back at the front window. Then, an amber alert was heard on the car radio about a missing woman. "Does it look like I care for some lost chick? Jesus, turn that shit off. This is like the second or third amber alert this week," I said as I looked over at the volume to turned it down. I accidentally turned it up. "No, no! That isn’t it!" Then I heard the name Camila Flay. "Wait, who!?" I shouted as my eyes widen.


    I looked over in front as I heard a car honking. I saw the car nearly drive right into me, and I quickly turned the wheel. “Holy shit!" I looked back for a split second, and I felt adrenaline rush through me. I looked back at the radio as the alert stopped. "Wait, what, Camila? what even happened to her? And that was scary as shit, but not the time to think about what just happened."


    As I glanced ahead, the vehicles in front of me were driving backward as if they were in another lane. "The hell, why are they?" I suddenly realized something. "Wait hang on a minute... I''m on the wrong side! Was I really that unfocused? Shit, shit, shit, shit!"


    I heard the honking of a truck right in front of me, and I noticed at that moment that there was a truck right in front of me. "Wait, shit, shit, shit, slow the hell down! Can’t he see me!?"


    I pressed on the brakes and looked down at the gearstick. I tried to put it in reverse, but because I wasn’t calm, I kept putting the shift into the wrong gear. "Oh, come on, come on! dumbass, Put it in reverse!"


    I looked back in front of me, and the truck that continued to honk eventually crashed right on top of me.


    The cargo behind it fell behind a car, and about five other cars crashed into the truck and cargo. The crash didn’t look so bad to the other vehicles, but my car, on the other hand, was basically crushed like a pancake.


    people were screaming, and I opened my eyes to see some debris and the puddles in front of me. My body was lying on the car window and in half as it was smashed to the ground. The rain was getting a little bit stronger, and the puddle on me was turning red and smelled like metal, and it was coming from me. "Camila... I saw her that night... I swear..." I coughed up blood. I feel weak... I... Please...


    A few seconds later, sirens were heard. My weak head looked behind me to see the other half of my body crushed with a pool of blood coming out. I felt very bad pain and felt very tired.


    I couldn’t keep my eyes open. My vision was blurring as I heard people screaming and talking in front of me. I guess... No one can help me... No, come on, let me try a little longer... Camila...


    I heard people coming close to me. It was hard to tell how many there were when my vision was blurry. Hmph, who am I kidding? My whole life, I have just been a depressed nerd stuffed up in my room. I was probably gonna end it anyway, but this just feels painful. I probably don’t even care about Camila for who she is. This is probably my horny side, just wanting to be with her for her body, so I guess if I go, I won’t be causing more pain. Ha... I guess this is all right. "I''m sorry... " I closed my eyes as blood continued to flow out of me, and that''s when I died.