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The vibrant flora swayed gently in the warm, Summer breeze, the air was hot and sticky and the cicadas were buzzing in a monotonous, irritating tone. It was the first day of Summer break, children were playing out, smiling and laughing, like absolute morons whilst their parents kept a watchful eye on them from inside their homes, ready to spring into action at the slightest mishap.
Parents, so overprotective, right?
My name's Ogino Chihiro, but, nowadays, people just call me 'Sen'. A bit of a strange nickname, huh? It just means "one thousand", presumably taken by altering my name Chihiro, taking away the 'hiro' leaves us with 'chi', the kanji of which when read alone like this is pronounced as 'Sen'. The nickname was bestowed upon me by an old friend of mine, I think. I'm not actually sure where it came from. Either way, the name Sen feels important to me somehow, and things usually feel important for a good reason.
My parents died in a car accident when I was twelve, I remember it still, I was there too. It was a Summer day, like this one. A little too much like this one, actually; I can almost hear their voices pulling me towards the place that the accident happened.. How peculiar.
Anyway, as I was saying, one Summer's day in the early 2000s, me and my parents were driving to our new house, far, far away from where we previously lived. I had to leave all of my friends! I remember a bouquet thst my bestest friend gifted me as a goodbye present, and such beautiful flowers they were! A fitting goodbye present, daffodils; said to represent new beginnings and hope. (Maybe my bouquet was cursed?)
The drive to our new abode was rough, and I was sprawled out across the back seats for basically the entirety of the drive. We came to a dead end. I don't really remember the next parts, it's strange. I can remember all the details of thst day except for the actual crash. Perhaps my brain has tried to forget the trauma? A part of me hopes, that since my parents' bodies were never found, that they just ran away and abandoned me there in the car that day. I honestly don't think that's an any better tale, though. A child so absolutely unbearable that the parents made up a story about travelling to a new house, or a car crash that killed both of an innocent child's parents? I think both are equally awful in their own ways, no?
My time growing up was spent alone, in that very new house my parents had bought thst I mentioned earlier. Living alone was tough sometimes, but I pulled through. I'm twenty-four years old now, it's been 12 years since that day, yet it's affected my everyday life since. Strange how life works, isn't it? Something completely out of your control happens, and, suddenly, your whole life has turned to shit. I'm writing this diary as a way to cope, really. And to add something slightly stimulating to this boring, mundane life of mine.
Ognio Chihiro, 2016年、7月、20日