A SHORT TALE.
The clock read as i woke up to the deafening sound of my mother screaming at me. It's been a whole week since Tokyo high has been shut down completely and students and other members of the community were told to stay quarantined in their houses. There was a major outbreak of a viral disease named COVID-19 and people were clearly getting nuts about it.
"will ya get your ass down here kurei or do you want me to come upstairs dear?"
I ran down thinking this would be a better option. I live in the Akihabra district in South Tokyo. Clearly an introvert with a top notch imagination....being quarantined was literally the best thing that could happen to me. Interestingly it wasnt the same for other people as news, social sites and everyone was literally panicking and going all nuts over this. Hoarding toilet papers and raw fish fingers with ramen on the go, the economy was falling down at an alarming rate.
I winced as I saw my bowl of cereal filled with oats.
"Uhmmm. Mom didn't I tell you a thousand-no a million times that I need a damn egg for breakfast!"
"Language", she looked angrily, "The thing is, your father forgot the eggs today.. Can you go to.."
"Naah I am fine", I sat down.
"Well actually.. There is no milk too.."
"Oh honestly women, do you have plans to starve me to death??? "
"No your majesty, if you could just get your shiny ass up and go to the market that is literally thirty steps from here, it would be a great honour of mine"
My life sucks.
I grabbed my jacket and reached for the door handle.
"Hey wait!.. Did you forget your mask again!?"
"No. It's in my pocket. See you soon", I lied.
Now who the fuck cares for a certain disease thats not even hit the 1% population of Japan!?
I grabbed the last remaining pair of milk carton, with some eggs and other groceries and shoved it in the shopping cart.
The line was somewhat longer to cash in. It's probably due to this CORORNA shit that everyone's fussing about, I thought.
There was a strange Indo-chinese look-a-like in the line too. He was acting kinda wierd. He fumbled during cash-in and was repeatedly wiping his face with his sleeves.
As my turn came, I greeted the old man,
"Ohayo gozaimas, (good morning) will I get a student discount? "
"oh common. You shouldn't say like that. Your old man Mr. Tamashi pays his dues quite regularly-and by the way where is your mask!???"
"Yeah yeah... I forgot. Here's the change. Sayonara"
And I went off.
And thirty seven.
Well, atleast I can say that to her that she lied about the way being just thirty steps.
I opened the door and barged in straight to the kitchen.
She was cutting onions for the ramen. The rice cooking beside infused the room with such an aroma that I started salivating.
I instantly jumped beside my mom and starting chipping off bits of onion pieces as she started making my scrambled eggs.
My day wasn't as good as I thought it would. There was nothing to write about amid all the terror going on, and nobody would literally give a fuck about depression, anxiety and horror stories that I scribble and post everyday. Even though I have more than 200 followers and had been on the trending page twice..... My writings never inspired someone. Lame as shit.
There went the usual cycle.
Get up. Hear all the complaints of being lazy. Then be lazy the whole day, and then imagine myself into some fucking fairytale before going to sleep.
It's been like 3 weeks since the beautiful corona vacation, and I was praying we get a bit more. Surprisingly, my prayers were answered as we got a message from Senpai Ishida, that the school will remain closed till further notice. As I was happy about not seeing a human for a really really long time..
I was feeling a bit feverish.
My throat felt quite dry as the famine that sweeps through Yemen.
As I was drinking from the tap..
I coughed quite loudly and I faintly remember my mom coming running towards me....
I.. I couldn't.. breathe.....
I woke up in a strange room. It was filled up with lights and there were strange aliens in blue costumes all over me.. There were strings and pipes going through my entire hand and a searing pain in my chest..
Thankfully one of the aliens noticed me...
"Sh.. He is awake."
"Should we tell him?" a faint voice chirped in.
"No. Let him see what he.. Will go through, may the lord protect him. He is so young.."
After hearing this I was quite sure this wasn't some fucking tale that I usually imagine.
It was real. I remember coughing really hard.
Like dry cough in my throat..
And the truth hit me...
I was in the quarantine.
I kicked my self up and looked around. There was another bed beside me. I silently prayed it won't be her...
To my horror..
It was the old man from the general store, Mr. Aizawa.
It has seemed to the docs that a Chinese somewhat escaped the radar and went loose with the virus inside Tokyo.
Hopefully, only 5 people were tested positive.
It was quite a lot to register in.
I still felt like I was trapped in some game and I am getting done as they say.
I tried sitting up and saw....
saw her outside the glass window. Tears were streaming down from her face..
The pain she felt seeing her kid inside with her even though coming in contact with me outside was so much that I could only imagine it.
My old man was holding her down..
I waved and gave them a thumbs up...
Cause that's the only thing I can do now.
I just have 7 more days to live through this nightmare. I can't imagine this reality.
We pay so little attention to ourselves. We think that being from the gen-Z we know what to do and what not. We feel that what the fuck? If I die, I die. I don't care.
But we don't think about the consequences and the hurdles we create by our foolishness.
Maybe this world should end like this.
Or maybe... Pray that we might have a second chance.