Before we start, I'd like to tell you something.
Orphanages suck.
Like not just suck, they suck more than 67 on infinite loop after you get thrown out of the place that's been sheltering you for years.
Trust me, I'd know. Considering I got kicked out of 6 of them in a row, I know.
I know how it feels when you're not wanted.
When nobody loves you.
When you feel like the world'll be better off without you.
I know.
I feel the pain everyday. I feel bad. And I think, what did I do to deserve all this?
Who did I harm?
Did I seriously cause my parents' death, like the evil old hag looking nurse always tells me?
No, that's wrong, right?
I could've never done something like that?
I was a kid anyway, right?
Right?
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My name is John Wheeler. And no, I'm neither John Uchiha, who lasted 3 seconds against Edo Madara without even using his Sharingan, which is the longest time out of all the canon fodder for Madara's aurafarming.And neither am I John Kaisen,the corrupt guy who was one of the higher ups than Kit Kat hated.
Bro def did NOT survive Shinjuku though.
No,I'm just John Wheeler.I actually did make a difference in this world though, I'm not the usual "did not make a diffrence at all,was only an otaku and a useless bum" protagonist. I got a scholarship for a good college,which was neither MIT,nor Harvard,but it was what it was.I got a diploma in Physics and Chemistry,and I was about to get a job as a Data Analyst.
That was, of course, before Truck kun came along. I didn't actually get isakai'd , but I fell into a coma. When I woke up 3 months later, I realised I was suffering from amnesia. The hospital bill was already too much, so I got out, took a bunch of loans, and paid it off.
The reason I was able to learn this much was because I had photographic memory, so anything I read or heard or saw once, my mind never forgot it again. It definitely was an overpowered ability, and I could have gotten far, far more if I'd actually devoted myself to study instead of animes. But I'm not kidding when I say I would've died without anime, manga and memes. I watched just about every shonen anime, and in general, every anime in existence. I did also listen to every likeable song on Spotify.
Fuck amnesia.
Skip forward 10 years later, I'm a nobody who just got fired from my 11th job, with no friend. For some reason, every job I pick have these toxic assholes smirking at me like they're all kaijus.Yes I get bullied,and I never make any friends.
Ok,this is getting boring.Let's skip forward to my last night on earth.
I was walking home from the Underground(yes I'm British) back home.I had just crossed an alley,when I saw a guy beating up a kid.
I never meant to play the hero.I actually didn't.But the thing is,something crazy happened just then. When I woke up from my coma,I lost my photographic memory.Not just that,my memory had become even worse.The one talent that I had,gone.
That was the main reason I never truly recovered from that coma.If I didn't lose it,my life would only have been delayed by a couple of years.I might not have become the extrordinarily famous scholar I wanted to become,but I'd still life a peaceful,ordinary life.
But as I gazed at the groaning kid sprawled on the ground,and the guy kicking him,with an expression of twisted satisfaction on his face,I remembered everything.
Everything from when I was a kid.All the knowledge.All the anime.All the moments.Now that I think about it,I get why I remembered everything.
Growing up, I might have been the smartest kid in that house full of bullheaded idiots, but physically, I was less than average. I don't know why, probably part of my abysmally bad luck, but out of all the kids, I was the one they bullied the most. I could never defend myself, I only could wait and bear it, as they beat me to pulp. So watching that kid enduring what I had, what turned my childhood into hell, it brought back memories.
All of them.
I shouldn't have charged. I shouldn't have yelled as I rushed at him like an anime protagonist trying to save his friends.
But I did. It was stupid, really stupid. My phone was dead ,sure ,but I could've ran and borrowed someone else's phone, called 999.More importantly, with my memory having returned, I could've turned my life around.I could've done something.
Anything.
But no, of course I had to charge him. In my defense, I didn't know he had a gun or a knife or anything. I imagined taking him by suprise , throwing a hook, kicking his balls when he was on the ground in pain, and grabbing the kid's arm and running away with him.
Unfortunately, my opponent didn't read the script. He looked at me calmly like the psychopath he probably was, and lifted his right hand,revealing a gun and shot me.
At that exact second,my luck kicked in.The luck which got me bullied.The luck with which I met Truck kun.The luck which had me waste 10 years of my life.That night,it worked one, final time.
And it had the bullet lodge itself in my balls.
I've tried to describe multiple times how it felt. I couldn't.
I just couldn't.
I doubled over in pain,coughing blood and screaming simultaneously. The guy shot thrice more at my back,before running away.The kid in front of me didn't move.Maybe he was dead too.
I wondered in some corner of my mind,why had I done this?Why was my luck so bad?Wait,that's not right,why had my luck been this bad?Why?
Well,I thought savagely to any guy watching,show's over,bitches.
And with that final thought,my mind plunged into darkness.