《The Hmm Song》


 The Beginning

    Hmm?


    Where the f*** am I? It smells so bad, I feel something funny in my foot, that¡¯s probably where the smell comes from. While carefully crawling out of this dog house, I hit somebody¡¯s feet with my head. He kicks me (lol). I spark with anger and call him out. He, suddenly, turns around looking really angry and says ¡°uhhhh what?¡± I recognize him the moment he shows his face, this is my old friend from high school, Hashida, but he doesn¡¯t seem to remember me, so I scream out his name, hoping that he might recognize me. He still doesn¡¯t know who I am and gets confused because I know his name. He drops his offensive attitude, and I think that he¡¯s approachable now. He glances on my legs, which I just remembered, that are covered with shit. He looks at my legs and says ¡° holy s*** dude what the f*** is that? Your legs are covered in shit¡±. Since he still doesn¡¯t remember me, I start introducing myself. ¡°My name is Yuto -- the unfortunate! We studied in Oda High together!¡±


    ¡°Oh shit it is you! I thought that face looked familiar. It¡¯s been 7 years now since we last spoke. Why do you look like this?! what happened?!¡± - said Hashida. I reply back: ¡°It really went down the road after I met this girl, Ritsuka; she is very pretty and has a nice character, but her mother kept abusing her all the time. One day, we decided to confront her mother in her house, demanding that she lives with me from now on, but she did not permit it. So we, being the young teenagers we are, decided to run away together all the way over to Hokkaido. But that was the dumbest decision in my life because Ritsuka turned out to be like her disgusting mother, and then she robbed me of everything and somehow managed to lose it all, and we left each other. Afterwards, I managed to go back to Tokyo as this old guy gave me a ride in his truck, while delivering some animal pelts he skinned off to the market, trying to make some coin. This was around 2 years ago. I tried to call her through these public phones using some of the very little money I had. I got through, who answered wasn¡¯t Ritsuka, but the lady landlord that rented us our 6 tatami apartment. I asked where is the girl that used to live with me. She stayed silent for a moment then slowly started speaking. At first, she was muttering words but then started to talk more clearly. Apparently, our place smelled really bad, so she decided to barge in, only to see Ritsuka hanging off the ceiling. Upon hearing this, I started to vomit in agony -- I still loved her. I left the phone booth with the handle hanging and started walking slowly towards a lamp pole. I then sat in a corner on the street with my back pressed to the wall,which belongs to a nearby post office. The workers there picked me up and called an ambulance. As I leave the hospital, I thought to myself what the f** am I going to do now?¡± I take a deep breath and a sigh. It looks like we¡¯ve walked quite the distance while I was telling my story and I recall going to this place before. Hashida comments, ¡°Wow dude, this is really f***ed up. Honestly, now I don¡¯t mind that you were walking for about 2 kilometers with shit on your legs. Your story is like something from a manga.¡± After saying this, Hashida stayed quiet for a moment and looked ahead in the distance. He said he was in a hurry so he told me where to find him if I need help and left.Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

 The End

    After the conversation from yesterday, I was feeling kind of down so I went to the park. You can hear birds singing, children playing, and a lot of random chatter. The grass looks like it was recently mowed. In other words, everything was nice.


    Suddenly, the sky gets darker and, slowly, starts to rain -- how cliched! After around 2 minutes of searching and soaking wet, I hide in one of those public, plastic toilets, and so I waited till the sky cleared up. It wasn¡¯t long, since it was one of those hit and run rains that pour a lot quickly and just leave for the next place. After around 10 minutes of waiting, in the never-cleaned-toilet, I remember, as I leave, that Hashida wanted to meet up this evening about something, so I go to the location, and it appears to be some sort of an old fishing shop. I see Hashida behind the counter the moment I enter and proceed to greet him. He sees me, all soaked up, and asks me if I got caught in the quick shower that just went by a half an hour ago. I confirm then he offers me some of his unused clothes. I went and changed in the closet, suddenly feeling like a new man born. Hashida mocks me for finally looking like a normal human. I get slightly embarrassed and chuckle it off. He offers me a drink and we sit down. We drink some beer that he took out of a nearby fridge. Hashinda then proceeds to tell me about himself and what he was doing ever since we finished high school. It appears to be that he inherited this shop from his father after he passed away and helps his mom out with the chores at home, living life day by day. The Hashida family owns one small fishing boat that they use for fishing and, sometimes, rent it to customers that are interested in fishing. He explains to me that the job has been hard on him lately, since he hurt his arm around 6 months ago after falling off the boat because of some storm and strong waves. He shows me a big scar he had that goes from his right hand palm to the shoulder and tells me that he can¡¯t lift anything heavy anymore or his arm, as his doctor said, might get paralysed. So, he¡¯s looking for someone to help him out with the carrying and loading and asks me if I want to take the job, and, since I am homeless, he offers me a place to stay -- the attic of his shop. I, without hesitation, accept because why not?Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions.