It was not easy to walk down the street while your brain is planning to kill someone, luckily I have full control over this body.
But thoughts are very difficult, finally coming home I felt hungry. I struggled with my thoughts to get something to cook and eat.
The first sensation when I took the knife in my hand to cut the bread was not any discomfort, but the information in my head still came to the surface.
Of this the strangest was that the knife in my hands as if it had become a part of me, it was not a simple cooking tool as in the past, it was also a cold weapon.
Before, at the time when I was holding the knife, such thoughts didn't come to mind.
There was a context value, for example the knife in the context of the kitchen was naturally subconsciously for cooking.
But now, as other objects have all become weapons, I wonder how I didn't realize such a simple truth before.
You can kill yourself with anything you have at hand.
The result of my efforts was mental exhaustion, I couldn't stand it and finally ordered cooked food.
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While I waited, the signs of nausea began to return. This time I also bought a remedy for nausea.
After taking it, I lay down on the couch in the small living room. Thinking back on this world there were differences of countries, for example instead of several countries there was a world government, there was also one global language.
In terms of science and technology you could say that it was almost on par with the earth. More specific areas were not known.
Hart was a senior in high school, because of his family situation as well as his character at a considerable time he was alone.
It had been about a month since school started, one would assume that because of my absence I might be called.
In this case, I decided to ask for leave for a few days with the excuse of bad health.
Now I need some way to adapt, and only now I remember that I did not even look at myself in the mirror.
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Before my eyes stood a teenager about 177 cm tall, with long black hair covering his shiny blue eyes.
Lifting up his hair I was surprised at the moment, as he was clearly prettier than me. His facial features were well underlined, but there were obvious signs of exhaustion.
Thinking back now, Hart was also working part-time, he was also receiving orphan benefits when he came out of the orphanage at the age of fifteen.
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I don't know what I'm going to do, but right now the most important thing is to eat.
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Knock Knock
The sound made my body stiffen, my instincts right at the ready. I felt my pulse quicken. Subconsciously my eyes turned to the knife lying quietly on the crimson kitchen cabinet.
I didn't want to do it again, I felt it, but I went over and picked up the knife nonetheless.
It was a natural action the knife was slightly behind my back, I went to the door.
Knock, knock
There was a repeated sound when I got to the door.
I wanted to open with my shoulder against the door, but suddenly images popped into my head of bullets piercing me right through the door.
I stopped for a moment and decided it was better to lean against the wall by the door.
Holding the knife with my left hand ready to strike at once, I twisted the lock and slowly opened the door.
- Hello.
It was the voice of a young boy, glancing behind the door with one eye there was a cheerful teenager, holding a box of food he asked.
- Excuse me, are you Mr. Hart?
On receiving my nod, he held the box out to me.
- That'll be ten and a half dollars for the food and three and a half for the delivery. The total was $14.
Putting the ready money in his hand I took the box and closed the door immediately, listening to the muffled voice of the teenager.
- Thank you for using our service.
His voice did not change at all from the fact that I closed the door so abruptly
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