DISCLAIMER: This is not meant for minors. It contains graphic violence and may become repetitive. (This is my first time writing.)
I woke up groggily. Nothing out of the ordinary—another morning, another day to come. I turned off the alarm on my phone. Of course, it had a crack in the front glass—it was my phone, after all. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my fist, letting them adjust to the morning sunlight. Then I checked the time and date:
*Wednesday, 23 August 2023 — 7:34*
And I thought to myself, "Good, I have time before going to school." I put my phone in my pocket and stood up, using the bedside table for support. I put on a shirt—since I prefer to sleep shirtless—and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.
I stared at the mirror after washing my face and fixing my hair with a bit of water. I noticed the dark circles under my eyes—another night spent watching just hentai.
And maybe I needed a haircut too; my hair was starting to cover my eyes… and a thought came to mind.
Right, I forgot to present myself. My name is Hoshino Kazane. Your average overconfident for shits and giggles loser, 15 years old. I got held back in school twice and my parents often mention it and get pissed about it. Yes, still a virgin. But I wouldn't ever have sex with anyone who isn't a virgin like me. They are used. It's either nothing or that.
I brush my teeth before leaving the bathroom. I walk to the kitchen when I see my mother, clearly not the most fit person, who was leaning on the counter of the kitchen with her chin resting on her palm, mindlessly scrolling on her phone, until she notices me. Her expression remains indifferent, however slightly hardened. She spoke, her voice calm and reserved. "I made you breakfast, and by the way your father forgot his lunchbox, give it to him since the construction site he works at is close to your school."
I nod once, after all I had no choice, and sit to eat breakfast. Nothing special. I eat slowly, taking my time since I had it. And then got ready to go to school, a simple casual outfit but comfortable enough. And I didn't forget to grab my backpack and the lunchbox for my father before leaving. I see what it is, nothing surprising, bento. Balanced, portable and practical. I call Mom before leaving to go to school. "Hey, Mom, I'm leaving," but she responds with a simple nod and going to doing house chores.
So just like my mother told me, I head to the construction site, and not long after I arrive. It was for a large-ass building; seeing how many stories it already had as a foundation I noticed the warning signs, but I ignored them. I spot my father — not hard to find among the others — and tap him on the shoulder from behind.
"Hey, Dad. You forgot lunch," I say, an involuntary smile on my face, amused by his forgetfulness, even if slightly irritated.
Then he slowly turns around. He looks at me and at the box and remembers just now, as if he would only remember during lunchtime. He gives a nervous laugh and takes the lunchbox.
"If it wasn't for you, I don't know what I would've done," he says, a smile tugging at his lips after seeing mine.
"Love yo—" my words are cut short.
All of a sudden that playful father-and-son moment is broken by a shouting from above: "Move away! A beam is falling!" As I quickly look up I realize the beam is right above my head, but it's too close to move, and even if I tried to step away…
*CLANG!*
The only thing visible is part of my guts and torn limbs under the large metal beam, and then the blood that follows that brutal sight… it all goes dark. Was this the end? Dying as a virgin? I didn't even have a chance to live. My life had no fulfillment. It isn't fair. Damn it. Damn it. It ended too quickly. Fuck everything… fuck it!