Prelude of Humanity

Chapter 20

The law is of help. The law can be of hindrance.
People are people, people make the law.

Here I am, stuck in this prison cell that happens to look like I booked an Airbnb out-of-town. Nobody for sure, even me, knows when I will get out of here. It's even worse that I was temporarily abstained as opposed to a more fixed punishment, like getting fined for drunk driving, or a simple murder that can get you to jail for a year or two, depending on the severity of the crime.

I don't think what was imposed on me was a simple murder, because I'm abstained indefinitely.

An indefinite amount of time, unknown, no estimate, no time remaining. So questions keep popping like am I going out tomorrow, the next week, the next month, year, decade, for a lifetime?

That sucks.

People really are finicky, changing up the rules all the time.

Once again, here I am sitting on this unusually comfy bed for such a prison cell. Just like last time, I'm not even sure if I could call it such. Maybe it would be fitting to call it a hotel room or even more euphemistic, an abstaining room. Meh, I think it's still as grave as calling one a prison cell.

Okay, let's just call this "room."

"Yo, yo, yo, yo!"

"W-wh?"

I was somewhat drifting off from my clouded and convoluted thoughts as in front of me were two hands waving in all sorts of directions.

He stood up with hands on his hips, "Sheesh, come on dude! You were ghosting me ever since you were thrown here. What's cookin', Mr. Lookin'?"

. . . .

I broke eye contact with him, fell silent.

What am I doing?

Someone's been so nice to me, yet I unconsciously acted cold in front of him. As if this isn't me in this body, it felt like someone else's—cold, silent, overly-reserved.

I grasped my hand on my heart.

It's as if a terrible storm is brewing violently into my senses, let alone my heart.

Was it this trauma that befell on me?

I never knew—

I never knew one person could land such an explosive clusterfuck on your mentality, like Hiroshima on steroids.

I should've been more careful.

I should've paid more attention to Aka's advice when she said that I should have let this go before it kills me.

Hah.

I'm so clueless and stupid.

Tomo.

Tomo.

Tomo.

I really have one simple question for you,

What in tarnation did I do?

Nnnghh...

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My head's really full and messed up, I held my head as if that's gonna work, looking down like a failed human being.

"Ooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" The man in front of me plucked my forehead, causing me to flinch from my seat like I've reacted to a million-decibel explosion of Krakatoa or something.

I was finally kicked out of this anti-pragmatic world in my mind, as I looked up and finally established eye contact with this pestering and uplifting man.