I feel so drained up...
Waking up in the same room with a big guy. He creeps me out sometimes... Just what will he do to me if I ever act out oblivious?
With a creepy smile behind me at night, it is conceivable.
"Hey, get up." He called, shaking me once on the shoulder.
I opened my eyes, irritated. "What?"
"Aren't you going to get up?"
"Five more minutes..." I muttered, rubbing my eye, he glared.
Just what does he want from me? To mess with me in the early morning?
"Ugh..." I scoffed, in irritation. I covered my eyes with my wrist from the light coming from the bars.
Rethinking about it just makes me want to puke.
She should be at the daycare, right? Despite how much I despise her for what she had done, she's still a part of me.
I wonder what she's thinking in the daycare.
"I'm disappointed in my dad..." Let alone those words coming in her head, it would be torturous to hear them directly, either.
Theoretically, I have been recorded as a criminal, then what if I got in the news?! Do they have any televisions here, or has television been invented yet?
Do they have access to the internet? Definitely not. None of them seemed to have any device that require an internet.
However, without a perfect image, I won't be getting any money throughout this life. Which is bad, because I want and need money.
Do they actually have money here? Might only appear to be coins in their hands. If so, in which generation did I put them into?
"Gosh... My head hurts." i was irritated by everything from my surroundings. The light... This stiff ground..., and this guy.
Who happened to be having a sneaky conversation with another prisoner from the other prison. Though, they're pretty much underwhelming for people that look tough from their bodies.
Imagine what Xiao Liu had done before I stepped in to this life, might even be worse than what I have done as I only tried defending a little girl.
Guess this is how Xiao Liu makes his nations treat each other, even if it were to be a positive move, they'll get the same fate as the prisoner...
But that doesn't make any sense, and it is unfair!
"Hey, you!" Snapping out from my thoughts. I sat up, looking around, stupid.
"Wha- What?" I stuttered.
Holy darn, I almost jumped from that sudden call. Is he really not my next teacher in this life? He has the features of how a teacher would look, too.
He's definitely a teacher in his past life.
But what am I talking about? He might even have a disease that cannot be cured.
"It is lunch time" he said, turning to the hall after the police had unlocked the cell door.
Lunch time? I thought lunch times weren't invented yet, but my fault for assuming that then.
"Five more minutes..."
I just want to go back home again...
Imagine witnessing a horrific moment upon your eyes. I, as an ordinary person with no specialties, of course I would panic and traumatized.
Or do I have to be nonchalant for this?
"Just go eat." The police spoked, crossing his arms, stern as he looked down at me. What did I do to get that look out of him?
I didn't sue his family or whatever.
"Okay" I immediately stood up and walked, just like that. No questions or other responses. If I'm getting told, I'm already standing with my stuff ready.
I'm not up for any conversation with a police officer. Who has the nerve to talk back anyways? Definitely not me.
But if the food looks bad, I'm definitely keeping my hands to myself, maybe even go back to sleep.
"Darn, it is lunch time." Why am I witnessing an argument of two criminals over a spot?? Just sit on the ground, if you want. I would prefer sitting on someone's lap than sitting on a dirty floor.
It is apparently despite them having a sense of cleanliness, I might assume they have mental issues. Which is why they might be here either way.
I quietly sat down between some guys eating while watching the argument go about crazy. Though really, I would've been included into their thing if they knew I stole one spot...
"These guys have been arguing ever since..." Some guy next to me had been observing them, while dragging on that off-meal porridge in his mouth.
Might be some watery gruel...
His eyes bore to them, as if they were pathetic. But I would've considered them pathetic and childish, too. Who would fight over a spot?
Probably not me, and totally.
"Right... How long?" I asked before taking another scoop of the bowl.
I tilted my head after his eyes darted to me. "Your hands are much cleaner than I thought."
My breath hitched, then realized. "Oh, Daniel?!" I practically had said his name loudly enough for our surroundings to get their head jump up and get their attention.
"Gee, old man. You don't have to scream my name like that..." He chuckled, almost embarrassed from the eyes.
"Aha, my apologies." He shook his head. "No need."
Despite his acceptance, I'm still guilty for doing it without thinking. It was awkward, too.
My hand slowly rubbed the back of my neck as I continued eating afterwards. I swear in my head, there are eyes on me. Yet when I looked, they aren't looking.
I'm definitely on drugs.
"Hey, old man. You've gone quiet for the past few hours now." He spoked, shaking my shoulder.
No answer, no glance. He was patiently waiting.
"Old man, mister Endrick." He called.
I had been curled up to the wall for few hours straight, it is insane. I might consider going to psych ward for this behavior.
I wonder how's Emi doing, though. Is she alright? I'll definitely check up on her the moment I come out of this torturous prison, perhaps a treat with bread would calm my state.
Are they heart-kind enough to offer me one?
Won't they give one to a beautiful homeless-looking guy like me?
"Hey, Daniel."
"Oh gosh! I almost thought I was hallucinating." He startled from my sudden appearance behind him.
"Did you finally learn how to talk?" He said, gripping on my shoulders firmly with that serious face... Definitely unserious.
My voice is... Off. It is odd to hear, sounding so overly introvert. Although, it does suit my life-vibes in my original life.
Then this is technically resembling me; the system of the story might've adored me so much. They might have theoretically changed the plot for me, too.
Was that too early to assume? I never imagined any of these scenarios before.
"Too delusional... It is traumatizing." I mumbled, to myself.
"Gee, I was wrong. I take those words back." He crossed his arms. "Still, what a coincidence, we met again."
That was my pickup line...
How weird is my face right now to be acting like a middle schooler who happened to be in prison for knocking out some gang, I'm even rubbing the back of my neck.
He took a chuckle out, laughing at my face. "Be brave, will you?"
"Just imagine acting like this in a crowd full of haters, you'll begone in seconds."
No, not that. I'm not used to this body, still not used to me being a male. Plus, I thought I'm going to achieve and win to the top of this world without anything coming in my way.
But unfortunately, this story might've had changed last minute before I came and stepped in to this body.
I just want to go back home and stay as a writer...
"... Right." I nodded. I won't be surviving soon, definitely.
This undeveloped story had me dropping tears on the pillow from how much I have imagined them.
"Stay strong, old man." He brushed my shoulder over, passing by to his prison. I stood there for a moment, before doing so.
I sat on the ground, leaning my head back to the wall. I had to confirm it wasn't dirty enough to brush its dirt to my back hair.
He wasn't wrong. Imagine going to another worlds, he and I might even need to be partners. Who knows if he's really him?
I'm just going to sacrifice myself.
Make my way unpredicting, of course. If I could shut my oversharing mouth to protect the obvious.
Sigh... I'm stepping back from the questions in my head. What is Daniel doing here?!
"Maybe, just ask him about it later." But it is boring, starting to be boring. I huffed in frustration.
Who's writing this? I might not be one of the following characters in the story, just a side-character who happened to be the protagonist anyways.
I don't have any superpowers, I'm neither smart nor dumb. So, what are my specialty to get a first POV?
These things are scattering and bugging my head over to the edge of the world...
Taking a nap isn't so bad, not like I'm going to a coma after taking a quick nap, right?
Yet again, I had to confirm the ground wasn't dirty before laying down eventually twitched my attention to the wall.
"... It is so gloomy in here."
Since I'm in Xiao Liu.. Daniel might be Qiu Jing Wu. He is definitely him, but what are the evidence? He only talked to me for a moment, then walked away.
Qiu Jing Wu wouldn't be like that towards Xiao Liu, right? It is an either.
Even I don't understand my characters, perhaps it is because they're made of parts from my experience? That doesn't make sense at all.
I never went to a police station, nor get sent to jail.
I should perhaps find something that entertains me after I got out, sticking around children is scary. They're not scary, but creepy, especially babies or toddlers.
Those small things with soft skin are terrifyingly adorable. It is either you become good or bad in their perspective; it is up to your choice.
For me, I'm smacking those puffy cheeks if one gets naughty.
Don't get me wrong, I would not smack children, nor do I touch them without the parents' permission. But I would report what they did.
Including Emi, I'm reporting to... Her parents. But we're bonding, we're goods. Our parents are the same, so technically I'm backstabbing myself.
'Oh lord have mercy on me, I want sleep...'
I've had my eyes closed for almost an hour, and I'm still not dreaming. Is my mind that messy? I want a time skip, serious.
I'm not built to survive one night, except I have once, not once but no sleep.
'Oh, God of Freedom... Do not start putting up nightmares in my dreams like a loop when I end up sleeping.'
Worse. Might even be 10 times loop in the labyrinth and get chased by a huge whatever black figure it is.
I'm hoping he doesn't take my thoughts as a suggestion for his DIY project, though. Also, I hope that black figure isn't that old luxurious man.
I'm shooting myself if Daniel does have a relation with him, too. Anyone but him, he deserves to be alone with empty-handed.
'Yep, that's it. Too harsh.'
I still adore my characters, even if they punish me to a brutal death!