I remember it…

I remember it all…

I'm glad everyone remembers now…

So I'm not entirely…

Alone.

My name is… Does it really matter? You see, I've had a bit of shitty luck when it comes to my name. The name my parents gave me was Makoto Yuki. However, when I moved to America to stay with my mother's sister she had me go by Minato Arisato. The girls drooled over me for my name alone. If I didn't hate people then I wouldn't have minded.

Yes, I really hated people. Not just certain kinds but mostly all kinds. Most guys are douches and most girls are bitches. Now I really hate to generalize, but this is what I lived with for a good sixteen years while moving between Japan, America, and a year or two in Greece for my aunt's work. Douches and bitches, that's all they were.

In a way… my father and mother were the same for leaving me….

Alone.

March the 6th was when the doctor told me my aunt had lost her battle to cancer.

Alone.

See what I'm getting at? Up to that point anything I had that involved other people lead to me being… Damn I'm sick of saying it. You get the picture. Alone.

Death had taken the only three members of family I had ever known. Tis' a real bitch as they say.

Now, I know you hate the whole personal story. That isn't what you're here for, I know.

This is the story of me.

My aunt's funeral was on the 1st of April. It was a somber event held in New York City where her husband, who died in a car accident when I was two, also rested. She was catholic, so the funeral was held in this large cemetery. Only a handful of people were there, coworkers and members of her book club.

During the service I had sat in the front row, slouching as I always did. I heard some fifty something woman whisper how unexpressive I was to the woman who raised me's death. Why didn't I cry or breakdown? I'll be honest, I don't care about death. It's simply something everyone has to suffer eventually. My aunt knew she didn't have long and she accepted it. And I did too.

I had rode with my aunt's friend Martha to the hotel her boss had set me up in. She didn't say much, mainly for me having my headphones in the whole time, but I remember what she said to me in the last five minutes of that ride.

"If you ever come back, my door is open." She had said with a smile to me.

"Thank you." I had said before returning to look out the window.

In a way I was going to miss the big city, the buildings were tall and beautiful. The architecture was just… sorry, art is something I really enjoy. The beauty in the small things you know?

Martha had dropped me off at the hotel and I went up the elevator to the 12th floor where my room was waiting. I had slid the card and opened it to the cool room, immediately sitting on the bed. My mp3 looped the song I was listening too and I laid back, resting my head on the pillow as I pulled on the tie to my suit.

Now I was prone to falling asleep easily every now and again, but recently it had become frequent. I had only closed my eyes for a second, but when I opened my eyes again it was two hours late, about seven at night. I groaned, having woken up sweaty in the suit that had gotten all wrinkled as I had tossed and turned.

After I took the suit off I quickly changed into pajamas. There wasn't a need to take a shower, I wasn't going to stay up any later. I was so tired… that I did the exact opposite of sleeping and reached for the small pamphlet on the table.

"Iwatodai" it had in bold letters at the top. My aunt had asked me to return to my hometown after she passed on.

A Japanese port town no one has ever heard of? Woo. I was soooo lucky.

I was signed up for and would be attending "Gekkoukan High School", this prep looking school on one of the two little islands outside of town. I was to report to some dorm on the night of April the 6th and meet with some chick named "Mitsuru", the head of the dorm.

I folded the pamphlet back up and placed it on the bedside table before I turned and laid my head on the pillow. My mp3 was still playing music in my ear that was. facing up. It didn't bother me much, I usually fell asleep with them in anyway. I closed my eyes as my favorite song started to play…

You know what? I think the song works nicely as the theme to this little story of mine. The story of my journey…

I will Burn My Dread...