A Mysterious Name on My Cellphone
31 ：Anonymous：2005/06/27(月) 09:45:58 ID:vLg9Gq2N
Autumn 2001. I had the chills from a cold, so I grabbed a strap on the Seibu Shinjuku Line *1, heading for a clinic in Ōkubo *2. My head was pounding—I shut my eyes, brow knotted, riding it out.
That’s the last thing I remember.
When I came to, it was evening. The scenery outside was completely unfamiliar. I was wearing clothes I’d never bought, and my hair—never once dyed—was now light brown.
Panicking, I ducked into the nearest ramen shop and asked, “Where am I?”
Turned out I was by Fukushima Station in Osaka City *3, and nearly a year had passed.
My phone was a different model. The address book held maybe ten numbers, each saved under a single kana—“Ma,” “Hi,” and so on—but none for family or friends. For reasons I still can’t explain, those unknown numbers terrified me, so I threw the phone into a river.
The police contacted my parents; they were frantic. A missing‑person report had been filed for me.
I went home—and even now I visit a psychiatrist once a month. I couldn’t return to my old job, so I work temp gigs these days.
*1 Seibu Shinjuku Line – A commuter railway running north‑west out of central Tokyo.
*2 Ōkubo – A neighborhood in Shinjuku, Tokyo, known for its Korean quarter and several hospitals.
*3 Fukushima Station (Osaka) – Roughly 500 km from Tokyo; not to be confused with Fukushima Prefecture in the northeast.
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