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I end up standing in front of the main building and the auxiliary building, although to my eyes, they still look one and the same. | |||
It's the first real look I get at the other students, so I watch people coming out of the school, going towards the gate or the dorms. | |||
Everyone seems to know where they are going. | |||
And I still keep thinking that most of them don't look too special for being students at a special school. Then again, neither do I. | |||
Does that make me one of them? One of us? | |||
... | |||
I should go somewhere too, to prevent me from getting lost. | |||
It's around dinnertime, but I feel tired instead of hungry. | |||
" | The weariness in me only grows as I trudge towards the dorms, set a little way apart from the main building complex. | ||
There is a garden of sorts between the school and the dorms; shrubbery, flowers, and that overbearing smell of fresh cut grass that fills the atmosphere. | |||
It dawns on my tired mind that the smell feels novel because I haven't been outside at all for so long. | |||
The dorm building is big and made of red brick. Like the others, it feels way too pompous for what it is, so I push forward, going inside. | |||
It takes more time than necessary to fish out the key I was given from my pocket. | |||
Hisao | |||
"Room one-one-nine..." | |||
" | |||
Despite the ornate exterior, the inside of the dorm is fairly new, functional, and boring. | |||
" | |||
Just like in the main building, the halls and doors are wide to accommodate wheelchairs. The same goes for the elevators and the ends of the hallways. | |||
I poke my head around the corner of the common room door. | |||
Inside a few students are watching the television. | |||
" | |||
One nods and gives a quick "hello" before turning back to the TV. | |||
Seems that only the girls around here are sociable. I suppose that's perfectly fine with me. | |||
I climb the stairs to the upper floor. | |||
" | |||
Here, small corridors branch off from the main hallway. | |||
" | |||
Each of these minor halls seems to have a toilet and shower, as well as four rooms. | |||
About halfway down the hall, I spy room 119. | |||
The name plates on the rooms adjacent to mine are blank. I guess there are just two of us here. | |||
" | |||
Light shines from below the door of room 117, so I knock lightly. | |||
" | |||
Hisao | |||
"Hello, is anyone home?" | |||
From inside, I hear a few movements, then the clicking of way more locks than I thought these doors had. After a moment the door squeaks open. | |||
A bespectacled boy is standing in the doorway. He is looking at me very intently through his extremely thick eyeglasses. | |||
Bespectacled hallmate | |||
"Who is it?" | |||
Blind? No, at least not completely, why would he have eyeglasses if he was? | |||
He leans closer to me until our noses are almost touching. His breath stinks of garlic. | |||
" | |||
Hisao | |||
"Hisao Nakai... I'm moving into the next room. I thought I should introduce my..." | |||
His face suddenly brightens in realization, and he stands back upright, thrusting his hand out in a smiling greeting, almost straight to my diaphragm. | |||
Bespectacled hallmate | |||
"Oh, 'sup dude? The name's Kenji." | |||
Hisao | |||
"Ah, hi." | |||
I take Kenji's sweaty hand and shake it, still a little rattled by the sudden change of attitude and vehement welcome. | |||
Kenji | |||
"There were some suspicious-looking people going in and out of your room earlier." | |||
Hisao | |||
"It was probably my parents." | |||
Kenji | |||
"Your parents? You sure? 'Cause they could've been some other people, too. You can't judge a book by its cover." | |||
His out-of-place proverb is left hanging between us awkwardly as I try to think of some way to respond. | |||
Hisao | |||
"I'd say the chances are high enough." | |||
He shudders and makes some exaggerated hand gestures. | |||
Kenji | |||
"You're a brave man, Hisao." | |||
Kenji | |||
"Me, I don't think I could trust the chances." | |||
Kenji | |||
"The only one I trust is myself." | |||
Hisao | |||
"Does that mean I shouldn't get to know you, either?" | |||
He thinks about this for a while. | |||
Kenji | |||
"A wise decision." | |||
Kenji | |||
"Damn, you are smarter than you look." | |||
Kenji | |||
"Probably." | |||
Kenji | |||
"What do you look like? I hope not smart." | |||
He squints his eyes and leans closer again, but I lean backwards to dodge it. | |||
Kenji | |||
"Never mind, it doesn't matter." | |||
With that, he turns, fumbles around for a moment in search of the door handle, and shuts the door behind him. | |||
I slide the key into the lock of the door marked 119. | |||
Bleak beige walls, white linen, a desk made of some type of light wood. Ugly curtains. | |||
It's no one's room; impersonal, like my hospital room was. | |||
My bags are sitting at the foot of my bed, looking a lot emptier than they did this morning. | |||
The closet is sitting open, stocked with my clothes. | |||
Also, it seems that there are a number of school uniforms hanging there as well. | |||
A note is pinned to the sleeve of one of the shirts. | |||
Note | |||
"Hi Hicchan. We've unpacked your things and made your bed. They said that if these don't fit then you should go to the office tomorow. | |||
If you have any problems, you can always call us. | |||
Love, Mom and Dad" | |||
Well, at least I don't have to worry about unpacking. | |||
I kind of hoped I would have, then there would be something to do. | |||
It's still too early. | |||
I put the note down on the desktop and lie down on the bed, feeling drained. | |||
Lying there makes me want to read something, but I have nothing with me. | |||
I wonder if the hospital conditioned me for wanting to read whenever I have nothing to do. | |||
The restless urge just keeps growing until I have to stand up. | |||
Maybe it's stress or something. | |||
I was pretty nervous about it before coming and for the entire day today too. I still am, I think. | |||
Damn, I have to distract myself somehow, so I won't be this unnatural all the time. | |||
Tomorrow, I'll go borrow some books from the library. | |||
Yeah, I'll do that. | |||
But for now... | |||
The bottles of medications neatly arranged on my night table catch my eye. | |||
I pick up one and shake it just to hear the contents rattle inside, and then read the glued-on pharmacy label. | |||
Label | |||
"Hisao Nakai | |||
Two tablets daily to stay alive" | |||
It doesn't really say that, but it could just as well. | |||
It's kinda twisted, having your life depend on chemicals like this. I resent it a little, but what choice do I have? | |||
With a sigh, I begin my new daily ritual of taking the right number of pills from each bottle, being careful to check the correct dosages. | |||
... | |||
I lie down again, feeling hollow and uncertain, and after that I keep staring at the blank, unfamiliar ceiling for a long time. | |||
It doesn't start looking any more familiar, not even after darkness falls and long shadows draw across my room like fingers. | |||
The sheets feel slightly more comfortable, warm and nest-like against the chill that passes for room temperature here. | |||
Soon the lighter shade of darkness that is the ceiling looks like every ceiling does at night, and it becomes the only thing I recognize any more. | |||
The night beckons me to sleep, and I feel the coldness of unfamiliarity and fear creeping up my spine once again. | |||
I keep drifting further away from the world I knew. | |||
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