One day

Chapter 6

I'm Sen, one day I didn't sleep at home.

People spread mattresses on the floor, men on the right and women on the left, then dozens of people just like that using four sets of blankets.

Everyone had finished spreading the mattress and still didn't intend to go to sleep but sat talking and waiting for a few others to come back, talking about recent stories, but it was quite new to me. I was still sitting on the sofa silently, looking at the clock, it was over one o'clock at night, but it was a bit confusing.

It's obvious that they've been working all day, it's strange that they're still up so late now. In return, I soon fell asleep, even if called in the morning, I would not wake up.

Acknowledge people have a lot of energy.

I already took the day off from school tomorrow, but the day after tomorrow is really bad, yet Sana still has no intention of taking me home. I plan to go home at dawn on my own like the police said, so now I'm choosing words to say to Sana, these things are quite difficult, usually I have to work very hard to express what I mean without causing misunderstandings.

Suddenly, a female friend approached me and patted me on the shoulder, saying: "Hey, I just took people to the hospital and saw bad guys the other day,"

I was startled, what did those people do when they came to the hospital? Sana and the others beat them to the hospital for helping me?... I was planning to go to the hospital for a checkup before, too dangerous.

She stretched out to warm up a few times, continued: "They are looking for you, if you go out on the street, you will get beaten up."

My face changed color, many other people also followed, I feel like I have caused a big problem.

“There is a man with internal bleeding, still in the emergency room. His family members contacted him late, so he didn't get emergency care in time, so he seems to be very serious."

What the hell is going on, is it my fault? They also beat me brutally, now they still want to find me for revenge? Besides, I don't believe I have the ability to kill people.

I was afraid to ask her: "So if he dies, will I be the murderer?"

Contrary to my uneasiness, she felt it interesting, her voice showing concern: "Yes, you didn't kill him, did he hit his head on the wall and die? But it's okay, if you don't say it, no one will know."

I wish she was joking. This was too horrible for a normal person like me, and she was so rude, she knew I was scared but still purposefully added: “You look so sweet if it weren't for the last time you glared at us I don't believe you kill people either."

Oh my gosh, my mistake, I shouldn't have looked at other people with such a savage expression. Now, even if I tried to explain, no one would believe that I was the meekest person in school.

I've never dared to harm anyone before, it was just an obligatory defense.

"Come on, he's not dead." Someone said, that alone doesn't make me feel any better.

Sana just came into the room now, then she said to me: "No need to worry, people like him don't care if he dies, it's not good that there are people in society who are happy."

Her tone was comforting, but it annoyed me. It seems like she still sees me as a classmate, but what I need is her frankness, not the way she sees me as someone who always runs away from responsibility or can't stand heavy words masonry.

…

Although it's true that in class I shirk work, she shouldn't mind it.

Seeing me blushing, Sana also ignored it, crawled into the blanket, and turned away. Suddenly someone poked my back, causing me so much pain that I had to calm down for a while to turn around, I tried not to frown and asked: "Is something wrong?"

Those young men looked at each other helplessly, then one of them said: "I've been calling you all this time, you go out so we can play games."

Ah, so I took their place. It's true that I heard them calling just now, I just assumed that the person they called was not me. I staggered to my feet, but someone spoke up and ordered me: "Go to sleep, good girls must go to bed early."

They certainly didn't notice this joke, but I notice! Those people should at least consider other people's feelings before speaking. It makes me think again now.

Sometimes I'm not really good, because I used to stay up until three o'clock at night.

When I got to Sana, I didn't dare lie down, because there was no place for me here. If I lie down it will be very cramped, and what if I occupy someone's place? I looked at the sofa where a bunch of people was sitting, feeling that I will stay awake until they went to sleep and then I could sleep on the sofa.

Someone pushed me, said: "Lie down. What are you doing standing there?"

I also confusedly lay down next to Sana, choosing the position of the outer edge so that I wouldn't need to come into contact with many people. The friends huddled down and turned off all the lights, the whole room was only light from the phones of those noisy boys.

This sleeping direction has no windows, I can't look outside like at home, and the ceiling makes me feel uncomfortable.

The girls don't know how long they've been asleep, the boys are on vacation, and I still can't sleep. Thinking because I was not familiar with the place, I tried to count sheep, counting for half an hour still didn't work.

Since I have my own room, I have never slept with other people, and this place is quite tight so it is inevitable that there will be a little touch, maybe this is the main reason why I can't sleep.

I feel very unnatural and uncomfortable.

Moreover, my hand kept throbbing, no matter what, I couldn't ignore it, and finally had to gently flip the blanket to go outside. I sighed, should have asked Sana for another painkiller.

The scenery outside is brighter than I thought, walking on the street without turning on the lights is still carefree. It's just that it's too hard to see a person standing in front of me.

By the time I saw him, he had been looking at me for a while. It's a bit difficult to turn around now, I'm wondering whether to say hello or pretend I don't care and then leave.

In the end, I chose to leave.

Anyway, I don't know anyone here but Sana, so people won't remember my face. Unexpectedly, he took a step forward and stumbled to the ground.

“…” I didn't know what to say, but my conscience wouldn't allow me to leave the person in trouble, so I went up to him and asked him: "Are you okay, do you need me to help you up? "

He looked at me a few times and then stood up on his own, which is exactly what I wanted when I didn't reach out to help him. Because I am not an enthusiastic person, helping others must have permission to help.

I looked up, estimating his height, starting to feel sad inside. Just last year, I was still counted as tall in class, my classmates did have to look up at me to face me. Yet now that I always have to look up at others, the height gap is something of an erratic thing.

Classmates can change easily, I can't. So now in class, I'm one of the five shortest, it makes me quite self-deprecating.

"Who are you anyway?"

Suddenly being asked that made me confused, who I am has nothing to do with him. Come to think of it, I've only been here for a day, and he asked if I am a stranger, so I replied,

"I'm Sana's friend."

He leaned down so I couldn't see his face clearly, he looked like he was thinking as if there was some unconfirmed problem. He said: "I know your identity, just why is an ordinary person like you staying here, what is your purpose?"

Wait, there's been a misunderstanding here. From the tone of his voice, he seems to be thinking that I have some new intentions here, but that's not it, I can't even go back here. What's the problem with this place? Isn't it just to stay away from those thugs coming?

Also, I know I'm normal so I don't need to repeat myself.

“Sorry, do you have a problem? I'm merely staying here for safety, no conspiracy."

He ruffled his hair and said, “Are you kidding, it's never been safe here. And you know where this is? The outskirts of town, the most unstable area.”

Yeah, I know this is a suburb, and the town isn't that big so I'm sure I can walk home, or at least get to the bus stop. But what's the point of just meaning unstable?

My parents still used to drive me around outside of town when I was young, plus the school often let us go on picnics in the suburbs, which I found place to be no problem. Besides, I also think Sana knows me so that's why she's helping me, soon she'll be taking me home.

“Never mind,” I said disinterestedly, saying, “I feel safe here and I'll be leaving soon too.”

“Then I'm sure you're taking advantage of Sana. If Sana causes damage to everyone because of you, it won't live in peace, so I tell you, if anything happens to Sana, don't expect me to let it go."

He threatened me without reason, so I didn't need to talk to him timidly anymore. I pretended to be unafraid of death, saying, “Are you crazy? I don't know what harms people, if you find me here too annoying, I will leave tomorrow, so you won't be bothered!"

When he was yelled at, he was embarrassed for a moment, and finally let it all go and kept his thoughts. Anyway, he doesn't care about his image in front of me, I just find him mean.

I've spent too much energy since yesterday, maybe I'll need some time to recover in the future. I've really reached my limit, if I keep arguing with him, I'll be dead tired.

Well, today is such a troublesome day.