All Chapters of The Boy who Circled Time: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Lila hated her future self.She hated the woman who had written that letter and sent it back in time for her to read.She hated the bitch who had managed to move around all the people around her like chess pieces to make her do what she wanted and needed.Goddammit!She wanted to be like that!She didn't want to be sitting here, crying her eyes out behind the locked bathroom door.She wanted the power and the skill to do what she wanted just like her.Rubbing furiously at her eyes, the skin around them brightly reddening to become just as crimson as the largened blood vessels within her eye sockets, Lila tried to rid of herself of all her sadness, replacing it all with righteous anger, as she smoothed down her jumper and jeans.She took one look in the mirror mounted on the opposite wall and marched over to it.Only twisting the knob for the cold water, forcing it to turn as far as it could possibly go, she ensured that

Lila didn't bother to turn around to listen to her mother's demands, already weary despite not even being awake for an hour yet.She picked up her plate and mug, setting the latter to the side of the sink, and began washing her plate and the butter knife that she had already placed in the sink before.She realised quickly and suddenly, barely suppressing the instinctual jerk of her body, that she had maybe, accidently poured too much Fairy Liquid onto the prink sponge in her hand, quickly turning the item over to hide the tell tale green stains that almost glowed with how bright and blaringly obvious they were, in her eyes.  one   two    three    four    five  one   two    three    four    five one   two    three    four    five&n

Lila knew that what she was going through was not normal, if she looked at the whole situation with the detached sense of clinical observation through all the data that she had gathered through enough consumption of media and escapist fantasy to know that parents enacting violent actions upon one another and that the constant atmosphere of a bomb on the verge of going off was generally a bad sign and a bad environment for children to be raised in.She had learned enough about it through her history lessons when they covered life in nazi Germany, through the policies of the evil gerbil that was minister of propaganda.The carrot and stick was an idea that she had only learned in her lessons the name of, too used to the realities of it all, with the factor of chance thrown in for fun and nobody's laughter.A set of policies were created and everyone was supposed to stick to those policies, not unlike the constantly shifting and changing rules of the house that Lil

Lila's father was a man who, from his own accounts, seemed to be a man intimately familiar with loneliness, but by Lila's own observations, was somebody who couldn't actually stand being alone at all.She had known this when she had decided to stop properly speaking and interacting with him, the disappointment of one too many rejected attempts to bond and grow all piling up on her, until she was helpless but to just let him be.He had told her that when he was a child, his parents were far more invested in his brother than him, and that all the other children at school avoided him as if he were some sort of plague.He told her about instances where there were no empty tables at lunch time, so whatever empty seat he that he happened to take on a table seemed to be some sort of signal for all conversations to stop around him, people quickly scarfing their food down to leave and talk elsewhere.The meals had apparently been strictly regulated to the point th

Her mother had simply wanted some help in making lunch and supper, and so Lila had been sent off to fetch two cups of rice and prepare it all to be put in the rice cooker with a helping of salt and oil.Lila remained quiet as she did so, keeping her ears wide open for any indication of noise or disturbance that would either her intervention with either her mother and sister.The tap water was ice cold, rushing down and pulling up all the particles of dust and flower from the grains that she had fetched, her fingers feeling as if they were becoming more and more numb, the familiar swirling sensation of blood circulating through the pads of her fingertips returned with a fervour and, with the nail of her thumb, she pushed inwards to provide some sort of pain to be a distraction to it all.It hurt and Lila suppressed a smile from erupting on her face, still listening and still watching the other two people from the corner of her eye.Just as Lila had finishe