It was about 4 in the morning of July 7th. I had after hours access to the library and ran through the stacks of books looking for somewhere to sleep. When I accidentally wound up outside of the library, I noticed that there was still a large number of people milling about in a rather festive mood. The lighting was rather green and I asked what was going on. “Well, it’s only been two days since the fourth” someone reasoned. I met up with some old friends who said they were visiting as the fireworks started going off.

As I walked into the room, I asked the person next to me what I had missed for I was really tired the previous class. I got no response. I sat down in the front row of the classroom as everyone was handed out a piece of paper. On the upper half of the paper, a box was drawn and above it the directions: “What are some things you can do to help someone who is feeling suicidal?” My mind was hazy so I scribbled some words within the box without any particular form or order. I was writing using different color pencils and even started stitching messages onto bits of cloth to put into the printed rectangle.

Our Internet connection was suddenly cut off and we couldn’t figure out the reason why. We looked at the router and my dad said, “whatever we do, we are not selling that. That’s exactly what they’re trying to make us do.” I looked at the phone number printed on the sticker on the underside: 77-22. When I took out my phone, I got a “CMC Emergency Message” pop up in red. I called the number and when it was picked up, all I got in response was an, “ei. ei. ei.”

I walked to my brother’s room but the door closed when I approached it even though he was sitting at his desk. I went back to my own room and laid down in the dark. A group of people came into my room to set up some kind of kiddie pool on the bed. One of them sitting next to me asked if I regretted my past.

I walked into the library to return a stack of books but when the receptionist checked them I realized I had left a notebook and school ID card in the stack. I picked them out while the person backed out from his desk and started dancing on the spot. I looked through the glass doors behind me and saw a withered tree with a screen in front of it that displayed where its cherry blossoms would have been.