Ekfreet
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What's your opinion on this? Is there something wrong, something I could do better?
Tanaka Jun was miserable. At the grand age of forty-four years old, he was a wretched man. His hair was thinning beyond recognition, and he was still stuck in the same damn rut.
Letting out a long puff of smoke, he pushed aside several cans of beer to pick up his keys.
It was a brand new day already.
Tanaka wondered if any of what he did had any meaning as he went through the motions. At this point in his life, everything he did was following his routines. He was doing nothing but letting the autopilot control his rotten life.
He existed trance-like like a dead man walking.
However, there was comfort in the panic. It prevented him from taking it further. Lest he had to face the demons that kept him awake at night.
Raising his gaze, Tanaka noticed that it was spring once again. Another year that went by before he could even notice.
He reached the NGO’s headquarters after a half an hour train commute. Several familiar men and women greeted him as he entered the building. They were good-hearted people unlike him. A group of people that selflessly helped fellow citizens in need for the sake of good. These individuals single-handedly demonstrated that humans still had good in them. Tanaka felt sick in the stomach every time his thoughts lingered around this fact.
The man called Tanaka Jun was a vile murderer after all.
In his youth, he had been a bully. He absolutely loved the feel of power that his actions gave him. There were no consequences behind his sins. The wizened teachers were way too burnt out to even care. So he did whatever he wanted well into high school. Until the day he went too far.
Once, he raged against the world for being unfair. Like, there was no way that he could have known that there would be rusty nails laying around inside the school’s shed, right? All he did was push a nerd inside the shed he and his cronies filled with pee and shit from their dogs. How could he have guessed that the nail would have literally nailed the poor student’s coffin? It was supposed to be a harmless prank.
The obvious outcome of this scenario should have been charged for murder. Branded as the waste of air he truly was. But the punishment never came.
Yoshida Toshiro, his crony, was apparently related to a big shot politician.
It was ridiculous how quickly and efficiently everything was covered up. “An unfortunate accident”, the authorities called the incident.
Tanaka was relieved as hell at first. Until reality finally kicked in days later. His classmates didn’t look at him with respect anymore. There were disgust, disrespect, and loathing instead. In the blink of an eye, he wasn’t king anymore.
It was laughable how pathetic he was. Continuously doing nothing but make a fool of himself. Until he ended alone.
Even then, life had to go on. He eventually graduated and was thrust into adulthood. The lack of company and the silence that for the first time in his life governed his environment gave way to introspection. He reflected upon anything and everything. Giving way to the nightmares that would start to plague him.
A year after he murdered someone's son, he began to feel guilt. His hands were stained with blood that no amount of soap would wash away.
He was cursed.
When the voices became unbearable, he resorted to volunteering. He started to donate a part of his earnings to charity. He participated in community service, supported orphanages, and fed the hungry. And yet, Tanaka never felt better. There was no respite for the wicked.
No amount of good he did could change the past. His transgressions were beyond redemption. He was aware of that. So he broke under the pressure.
He resorted to drugs. He couldn't bear to live with his sins any longer. And like the coward he was, he chose to take drugs to alleviate his pain and to feel slightly okay while he slowly killed himself.
The word hilarious couldn’t even begin to describe how a hiker saved his life after finding him having a seizure near a lake kilometers away from civilization.
He felt like such a failure that he didn’t even try to kill himself again. He decided to enter rehab and to dedicate the rest of his sad excuse of life to help other people. It was the least he could do to attempt to redeem himself.
Tanaka Jun was miserable. At the grand age of forty-four years old, he was a wretched man. His hair was thinning beyond recognition, and he was still stuck in the same damn rut.
Letting out a long puff of smoke, he pushed aside several cans of beer to pick up his keys.
It was a brand new day already.
Tanaka wondered if any of what he did had any meaning as he went through the motions. At this point in his life, everything he did was following his routines. He was doing nothing but letting the autopilot control his rotten life.
He existed trance-like like a dead man walking.
However, there was comfort in the panic. It prevented him from taking it further. Lest he had to face the demons that kept him awake at night.
Raising his gaze, Tanaka noticed that it was spring once again. Another year that went by before he could even notice.
He reached the NGO’s headquarters after a half an hour train commute. Several familiar men and women greeted him as he entered the building. They were good-hearted people unlike him. A group of people that selflessly helped fellow citizens in need for the sake of good. These individuals single-handedly demonstrated that humans still had good in them. Tanaka felt sick in the stomach every time his thoughts lingered around this fact.
The man called Tanaka Jun was a vile murderer after all.
In his youth, he had been a bully. He absolutely loved the feel of power that his actions gave him. There were no consequences behind his sins. The wizened teachers were way too burnt out to even care. So he did whatever he wanted well into high school. Until the day he went too far.
Once, he raged against the world for being unfair. Like, there was no way that he could have known that there would be rusty nails laying around inside the school’s shed, right? All he did was push a nerd inside the shed he and his cronies filled with pee and shit from their dogs. How could he have guessed that the nail would have literally nailed the poor student’s coffin? It was supposed to be a harmless prank.
The obvious outcome of this scenario should have been charged for murder. Branded as the waste of air he truly was. But the punishment never came.
Yoshida Toshiro, his crony, was apparently related to a big shot politician.
It was ridiculous how quickly and efficiently everything was covered up. “An unfortunate accident”, the authorities called the incident.
Tanaka was relieved as hell at first. Until reality finally kicked in days later. His classmates didn’t look at him with respect anymore. There were disgust, disrespect, and loathing instead. In the blink of an eye, he wasn’t king anymore.
It was laughable how pathetic he was. Continuously doing nothing but make a fool of himself. Until he ended alone.
Even then, life had to go on. He eventually graduated and was thrust into adulthood. The lack of company and the silence that for the first time in his life governed his environment gave way to introspection. He reflected upon anything and everything. Giving way to the nightmares that would start to plague him.
A year after he murdered someone's son, he began to feel guilt. His hands were stained with blood that no amount of soap would wash away.
He was cursed.
When the voices became unbearable, he resorted to volunteering. He started to donate a part of his earnings to charity. He participated in community service, supported orphanages, and fed the hungry. And yet, Tanaka never felt better. There was no respite for the wicked.
No amount of good he did could change the past. His transgressions were beyond redemption. He was aware of that. So he broke under the pressure.
He resorted to drugs. He couldn't bear to live with his sins any longer. And like the coward he was, he chose to take drugs to alleviate his pain and to feel slightly okay while he slowly killed himself.
The word hilarious couldn’t even begin to describe how a hiker saved his life after finding him having a seizure near a lake kilometers away from civilization.
He felt like such a failure that he didn’t even try to kill himself again. He decided to enter rehab and to dedicate the rest of his sad excuse of life to help other people. It was the least he could do to attempt to redeem himself.
