Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ri-
Satoshi?! Satoshi are you there?! Sato, I swear if you don't pick up this call right now I'm gonna- blah blah blah.
Ugh. Guess this means I have to get up. I suppose I wasn't actually sleeping anyway... Still, the sofas so comfortable... Maybe I'll just ignor-
SATOSHI!!!
Uuuuughhhhhhhhhhhh
It takes me a long while just to kneel up onto the back of the sofa, my arms making a suitable pillow for my face, propping up my head to the perfect position for glaring at the phone that hangs down over the edge of the dark wood side table. I start to roll off the sofa, over the back and onto the floor with a soft thud. It doesn't hurt that badly, I've put my hand down to stop myself from falling. Lying face first on the wooden floor boards, my right arm still draped over the sofa back, I lazily reach up to snatch the hanging phone from mid air with my left hand before letting it collapse back down to the floor, the phone and it's box falling with it. Ow. It lands with a slightly louder thud on my left leg, which is now exposed to the icy morning chills, and has escaped it's captivity beneath the thin blanket that covers most of my body.
I give a small grunt into the phone, which is now frantically asking me if I'm alright and if I need an ambulance. Hm. Must have heard the thud and thought I died. I would just play dead but I don't want to have to deal with a frantic human and an entire crew of enraged doctors that could be doing something else with their lives as a pose to dealing with lazy pranksters. Not that I am a lazy prankster. That's my friend. But today is Saturday. And I'm not moving for anything other than the essentials. And I mean ESSENTIALS.
'Would you mind telling me why you're not here?'
'Not where...'
'You forgot didn't you?'
No I didn't forget... I'm just pretending to forget so I don't have to go... 'Depends.'
'Depends on what?! You're supposed to come whether you like it or not! Those bad thoughts aren't gonna extinguish themselves now are they?' The only bad thoughts I have are towards you...
'No...'
'Look ill let you skip therapy this week but you have to come to it next week, okay?'
'Mm.' An obvious lie.
'Oh, don't tell me you're sleeping on the sofa again! What's wrong with your bed? You know I've told you countless times if you sleep on the sofa, you'll get bad joints! And I hope you're eating well! I know you live alone but that's no excuse to not eat healthily! Look I'll make you something if you want... You know you really should let me come and help once in a while! To think you could've had a suitable mother years ago! But no, you refused! Maybe I should just come over right now an- blah blah blah...' I throw the phone back onto its box, listening for the satisfying click that will cut off the voice that's been whining in my ear for the past 7 Saturdays. That's my social worker. I know her name, but I won't relay it right now, seeing as there's not much point in that. She's not too much of a prominent character in this tale.
My name is Satoshi if you haven't guessed. I live alone, and have been doing so since the age of 7 and a half years. I had a high IQ for my age, and it was only roughly half a year ago when someone discovered the Facebook accounts, along with the many other signs of life online, that I made for my late mother and father were fake. You see, I didn't want any of the attention living alone gets a kid, and besides I'm not the kind of person to confide in anyone but myself. And even then, it only happens rarely.
I was born in England, don't be mistaken by my name. My mother gave me this name, not when I was born, but when I was around 5 years of age. It's meaning is 'clear thinking, quick witted and wise.' And that's precisely the reason she gave it to me. On the other hand, she could have just as easily named me Daniel or Ben. But that's one thing I liked about my mother. She was such an inventive and inelegant person, that instead of giving me a plain British name, or even one of the more uncommon British names, she gave me a name originating from her favorite country, Japan. Of course this is not my given name, my father originally named me, but only a select few living people know my given name, and since you are not one of them at present, you'll have to find out too.
My father was equally inelegant, but not as kind hearted as my mother. Of course, he was just as nice to her and me, however in matters such as politics or police business which, sadly, was his field of work, he was almost as harsh and cold-hearted as they come. The bad-cop of the industry, or at least that's the name given to him by so many others.
But that's all gone now. After they were both killed, and after I was proven innocent by my own evidence, and had built a suitable case for myself, with the help of the certain people in the business of the law, i got someone to help me out by saying they find me a suitable place to live, someone that knew my capability and would have no trouble being tricked into leaving me alone. After that, I used what money I could find dotted around out house, collected any essentials I knew I would need and by the time I was six, I had acquired another adult to help me travel on the train without looking suspicious by making them believe I was meeting a responsible adult at the end of the journey. I traveled for as long as I could, and got off at the stop that felt right. After several years of hopping between homeless shelters and hotels, finding a suitable free school and mimicking signatures for forms, occasionally stopping at a coffee shop and sneaking wifi to clear any ideas of my 'past life', I became old enough to get a part time job. At first I worked in a small food shop on some street corner somewhere, but soon enough, people found out about how clever I was, not to seem snobbish, and I moved up from there. Eventually, I earnt enough money to keep me afloat in a reasonable paid high school for a while and, after entering, found that I'd been able to acquire a scholarship to both the school and it's college and university.
It's been two years since I joined the school now. Since my scholarship covered all fees, I use the money I have to rent a flat until I can earn enough (and am old enough) to get a mortgage, at which point I obviously will. I continue the facade that was my parent's lifes, pulling the strings of their puppets with Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, fake names and even fake jobs, making sure to pick industries that would be hard to trace back to. And from the age of 6 onwards, I was officially known as Satoshi, Satoshi Takedashi. I tell people my parents are Japanese but that I was born in England, which explains the name. Or, at least, I did. It was all going fine until some genius finally realised that I had left the station that day completely alone on that last day of my so called 'past life', and began to conduct a small investigation into my mother and father, or at least the ones I had created for myself. It took them 6 months and 3 days to unpick my puppet strings and figure out not who I really was, but at least that I had been living alone for at least 10 years or longer. I was lucky they didn't connect
And that catches up to now I guess... See that lazy lump down there? Yeah, that's me. To think this is what my life has come to: lying on the floor with my face squashed against the dusty floor boards and a blanket draped over my lower half, craving coffee. Sad life, huh.
Haiiii!!! This is my first ever attempt at an original storeh! That means all the characters are actually mine! (Yayyyyy!) okay enough with the exclamation marks XD if you got any thoughts bout my story so far plz feels free to comment! Hope y'all have a good day/night and I'll cya soon!
K baiiii! <3
~The_Anime_Addict7
