Life is so vicious. Whenever a person wants to hoist his head up, it gulps his lifeform like an ogre, even though he didn't do anything wrong. Giving him no hope to rise again. 'Keep moving forward' that phase works on the people who have roads in front of them. Not like me who has nothing but darkness ahead.
I felt a deep agony in my left chest, waving with intense pain. It was so serious that I couldn't even able to pronounce a single word like a newborn baby. If I remember correctly then I never experienced such an impact in my chest in this worthless life of mine. The pain was so boorish that my face scowled. I held my torso with bare hands, making the shirt winked. The sunlight was reflecting on my forehead from the eastern sky. I Saw the muddy plastic bag from a Chinese restaurant was laid before my eyes. A bag of empty cans was also placed aside. It was indeed a filthy place. The diary that I held before this extreme pain confronted my heart, was also rested comfortably, slightly distant from the plastic bag. No, this is not someplace where anyone would come for enjoyment.
Being unable to stand and move, I crawled to move forward to get someone's help. My brain was constantly giving me signals to stop the pain at any cost. Though I didn't know how to deal with that. It was an unbearable sensation. My face became grimy as I crept onward. I moved my sights around to find someone to ask for help.
"Huh?" Not a single soul can be found there on the roads or even near the houses beside the ally. It was as if folks wanted me to die here. Is it my consequence? This is where I die, by the side of a dumpster? What did I do that made life this miserable? My life was only started. I thought relentlessly. My entire life flashed before my teary eyes. So, this is the end. Losing all my hopes.
As I was about to close my sights, I heard the voice of an old man. "Hey" I swiftly opened my eyes with hopes. Then, there was no one there, only me, and some garbage was laid out. As if someone would come to save me. I ridiculed. I hardly know anyone from here. Even my next-door neighbor is a stranger to me. Being an introverted person or should I say an unsociable person, I had a hard time making internal relations. Every time I try to interact with someone, I would just become exceedingly nervous and shattered. Maybe that's the reason I have to leave the world like this.
I didn't even bring my cell phone with me, what a life I laid! I was truly beginning to understand how precious life is. I wasted my seventy years of life playing video games, reading novels where the protagonist became stronger from the weak, gain confidence, and rule the world. As I believed that I may be one of them, my life will change like them. But in reality, all those things are nothing but fantasy. I was desperately finding a reason for my death. Because without blaming, a human can't do that. In the midst of pain, I was discovering the cause of my death.
"Are you scared of death?" A voice echoed in my head.
"Who-o Who's that?" I shouted in surprise. There was no one except me in here, hearing that voice gave me goosebumps. The pain I was suffering wasn't ended.
"Please, help me. Call an ambulance, I'm feeling exhausting pain in my chest."
But there was no answer. Maybe that was in my mind, I heard when people were about to die, they hallucinate. For once I got some hopes of surviving but that was dimmed by a second.
As I was in the blink of died, I was feeling sad toward my mother, father. I am not a good son, Mom. Tears were coming out of my mind in despair. 'I'm sorry mom. Forgave me if possible."
I closed my eyes hugging my death. But suddenly my pain was gone in an instant. It felt like nothing happened.
"I see, you are compatible with the system" The old man's voice rang again.
"Who's talking? System?" In my life, I only heard this word in video games and novels that can be found on the internet. Not only that but also heard that in many science fiction movies. But other than that, they were unknown to me.
"If you want to know about me why don't you look that on the diary." The voice in my head said to me to do that. I was also kind of curious to find out. So, I stood up from the ground and was going to pick the diary. As I spontaneous the diary, my life was reformed into…. Despair? or Bliss that was still yet to be known.
In this world nothing can be predicted, your life can get better or even rotten than the life you're leading today. It only depends on nothing. Yes, 'Nothing'.
I'm Jodan Libert, a college student who is a typical shut-in. My life changed when I picked up that diary that day. My common worthless life became distorted.