Chapter 1: The Start of The Beginning
Do you ever feel like doing absolutely nothing? That even standing up from your bed feels like too much. But it's past noon, so you force yourself. You make your bed, even though you're going to sleep in it once more. You do the dishes, even though there's no use in washing them when you'll use them again. You mope the floor, even though people will step on it once again.
Everything you do is useless.
Health doesn't matter. Your body is their choice. There's no use in struggling. That's what they thought us in school. Nothing more, nothing less. The world is cruel. It's unfair, but then again... If it's unfair then it's fair?
Be like the others. Be like the children playing on the playground. Be ordinary. Don't be unique, don't be special. Everyone is the same. Their all similar, two-faced. If not, then just rude. They all said I needed to be like the other children. Except, I was never normal. My mother used to tell me I was special... unique. But unfortunately...
She died.
I've always liked dancing and drawing the most. Its what I liked and wanted to do. What I needed to do whenever I thought about it. It's something that made my life meaningful, passion. I wasn't able to draw ever again. They took away all my supplies. But neither was I able to dance anymore. It was, an undescribable physical pain and a struck to my mentality. I never said a word about passion. It was the moment I realized, the world is unchangeable. If you try to change it, you'll just suffer more. They'll take away your last bit of hope and happiness.
I wish they're was a world where I could Breath. Where I won't worry and live a happy life. A cruel but merciful world.
It was the last thing I said before I fell asleep... Close my eyes slowy as I looked out the window with metal bars. I've never been so hopeful, hopeful that this one wish could come true. That my life would change. That I would be reincarnated... My eyes closed, as my consciousness slides into the abyss of darkness...
