White Noise

White Noise [ARC 1]

Chapter 5: Threads | ARC 1: Threads

Life is unfair. Everyone knows that. But to Hiacho it seemed as though life was a little too unfair. Because after the whole scenario with July, all he wanted to do was just to lay in bed, and cry. "Men don't cry", they say. Well, then he just wasn't a man.

"Hiacho!", His mother called from downstairs. "Do you want something to eat, my love?".

"No Ma, I'm good, thanks", I say. My mother, my poor, innocent mother, doesn't know s**t about what I've been going through. But I don't blame her for that, since I've been a s**t son and haven't told her anything. As I lay in bed, thinking about school, July and July, my head suddenly gets heavy and I feel dizzy. I close my eyes and wait for a few moments, before it subsides and I once more lie down. I wanna listen to some music, I think, and instinctively reach for my earpods that are always on my sidetable. I turn on Spotify and scroll through some jams in my playlist before finally deciding on one and start playing it. I plug my earpods in and, once Central Cee's 'Doja' starts to play at full volume, I finally start to relax all day. The fact that, even after everything that happenened in the parking lot I still managed to go inside the school and study there for the rest of the day makes my happy. Hiacho was the kind of student that Vision needed. Not spoiled rich brats only going there to get Vision on their CV.

Pss..Psssssssss.....Pssssssssssssssssssssssssss..

What? Wait a minute, why do I see..threads? But my eyes are closed! But it's not my imagination though..it's real. And is that my room?? What the hell is going on?

And then, he heard it. White Noise. It filled the room, it filled the world, and it just kept on going. But now the threads seemed to make sense. They were trying to tell him something, and he suspected that he already knew what it was. The White Noise was a line, a line that connected all the other threads. Together, they were a clean swing of a blade, like a sword or katana, like a swing in the shape of a arc. It was a line..to destroy things with just a swing.

He opened his eyes, and suddenly, all the threads he saw connecting his room were gone. The White Noise was, too, gone. But now he suddenly knew how to cut his room in half with just one swing of a sword. Wait, what? A sword? Why am I thinking this? Why do I feel so powerful?

You feel so powerful, Hiacho..You feel so powerful because you are, Hiacho Namakonado, and the threads you see..are real..