I didn't see the world like other people.
Or maybe… I just couldn't handle it like they could.
The night in Tokyo was full of sounds no one else noticed. Cars moved on the street outside my apartment People laughed. Shopkeepers closed their stores Everything looked normal.
But behind it all, there was another sound A sound I felt more than I heard.
People call it anxiety. Some say it's a hallucination.
I call it: the probability waiting to happen.
I sat on the edge of my bed. The streetlight made orange shadows on the wall. I put my hands on my head. This headache… it was not like usual. It felt like something inside me wanted to get out
I closed my eyes
And I saw it again
Not a dream, Not a memory, Not imagination.
A flash, broken like a camera with a bad lens:
A train moving slowly
A bag falling on the tracks
A hand waving from far away
The clock shows 10:41
I opened my eyes
My breath came fast. A warm drop ran from my nose I wiped it—it was blood
— "Not again…"
I said, pressing a tissue to my nose
My phone vibrate A message from Riku:
Riku: Still awake?
Gensō: The headache is back.
Riku: The visions? Same as before?
Gensō: Maybe… I don't know.
Riku: Gensō, tomorrow we go see Dr.Hayashi We need to understand what is happening.
I didn't reply
Doctors always say:
"too much neural activity because of stress try to rest."
But no one can do this while calm… right?
I looked at my pale face in the mirror
My eyes were tired. I tried to tell myself it was stress… but one question stayed in my mind:
Why does 10:41 appear every time?
I went back to bed
I thought I could sleep, but before my eyes closed, I heard it
A voice inside me, a sound no one else can hear:
"Be careful…"
I opened my eyes
I could not sleep
I was afraid of seeing the next probability.