All Chapters of The Boy who Circled Time: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Everyone was so happy without her.Everyone was laughing, playing games, sharing stories, and eating cake without her.Everyone was better off if she disappeared. one   two   three   four   fiveone   two   three   four   fiveone   two   three   four   five Lila knew, to an extent, that this was not true.She knew that she had a future self somewhere that had gone through the exact same experiences that she was now going through, and had written this letter probably in response to those feelings.Lila also knew that objectively, her emotions were just a response to the years of abuse and torture that she had faced at the hands of her parents, and that whatever she was feeling now was just a mechanism that would keep her under their thumb, and would preven

Lying down, weak and helpess on her carpet, Lila let herself drift off into a land of darkness where she was left only semi aware of the world around her.She was in the dark, with one arm thrown out away from her body, hanging over the edge of the boat that she was on, her fingers just barely grazing the water below her. She heard everything that was happening around her, from the rain storm outside her bedroom window, the laughter and banging of pots and pans downstairs, and the highly irritable, scary, and distressing fact that Lila had forgotten to barricade her bedroom door away from her mother.However, at the same time, the world that Lila was in came with it's own environment, from the gentle rocking which sometimes occasionally blew up into tumultuous and temptestuous waves of the storm inside her chest whenever she lost focus and her mind wandered to the outside, but, no matter what, somehow through the moments of rollercoaster action, fundementally calm.

Lila, as soon as she opened the door for the kitchen, ducked by instinct.The sound of shattering porcelain behind her told her all that she needed to know.She did not need to glance over her shoulder to see behind her anymore. She already knew that she would see the broken and scattered remains of some porcelain plate or bowl that had apparently been unlucky enough to either be within her mother's unfortunate reach, or had been the source of whatever childish and juvenile temper tantrum this time.It was honestly getting tiring.Lila, from her crouched and kneeling position on the floor, one hand on the door handle just in case she needed to slam it shut, looked up at the looming beast that stood tall and proud and angry above her, ready to enact some sort of nonsensical justice and judgement that Lila would probably never understand and frankly, did not want to.She had already tortured herself enough with trying to understand her mother's twist

The feelings of unfairness and the burden of misplaced blame weighed down heavily on Lila, crushing her on the inside as she struggled as hard as she could to maintain a blank poker face.A void had been ripped open in her chest, baring out a raw, pulsing wound begging to be acknowledged, given attention, and healed, the pain growing greater and greater, leaving Lila more and more vulnerable to the whatever words and vitriolic spite that would be thrown at her face.She wanted to leave.She wanted to walk away from the life that she was currently in.But she was alone.And no one would help her.The knife glistened out from the corner of her eyes beckoning her forwards towards it.She turned her focus back to her mother."Feel this plate!" the woman demanded, grabbing at Lila's hands, crushing her fingers inwards at an uncomfortable angle, forcing her pinky finger to stick out at a strange, jutting angle at the side.Lil

"Hey Yuki, what's your professional medical opinion of Red_Two?" Gretel asked her friend, stood off to the side pretending to neaten up some papers.She took a quick glance at the clock first, noting that they were at twenty five seconds past, safe to take a peek at the guards until their eyes moved over to the left side of the room, exactly where she was stood with her friend.They were meant to be co workers, but it had been difficult for them to stay so stoic and isolated, practically impossible to when they were working in the same field of study, coincidently their passions in life also.Gretel, one day out of the blue, had been transferred out of the government mandated facilities for no apparent reason given on her sheet of notice and new employee ID card. Without a single choice in the matter, she had packed her bags for the trip, anticipating a long stay at wherever she was going, and had simply left, not even being able to say goodbye to her mother.