When I woke up the next morning. I found myself sleeping next to my laptop. My room was very messy. The vase I had bought last Christmas was also broken. Which I could not remember about breaking last night. And the water inside it was scattered everywhere. I was very worried, my head was spinning a lot. So I woke myself up properly, washed my face, washed myself, ate two pieces of bread with milk and got ready to go to my work.
I leaned over to pick up my laptop that I had placed on my mini table near my lovely fluffy bear couch. And suddenly as I looked at my computer's screen, I remembered everything that happened to me the previous day.
" Where am I going now? I don't have any job anymore " I said to myself while I chuckled. I blamed myself for being overly arrogant and for my egoistic nature. I sat on my couch and thrust my backpack away.
A tear rolled down, bothering my left cheek. I looked around the room and realized how lonely and hopeless I was. I have never had any friends since I was a kid. My parents used to fight all the time, and later when I turned 14, they even divorced each other. My father left us for another woman. Mother worked all the time. She didn't have time to spend with me. In school, my teachers used to taunt me, ignore me because of my childish behavior and my stupidity.
After I entered 8th grade for the first time, I realized that no one wants to be my friend perhaps, because of my overly egoistic nature. So, I started smiling, I behaved like a crazy kid who can make everyone laugh. Because the internet said funny people tend to make more friends and yeah they are also good at every damn thing they do. I tried so hard to be who I really am not and you know what? in the end I became a laughing stock.
I never made a single good friend or any good memories, I was always alone and left behind. So, I decided to focus all my mind on building my career, developing my creative skills. But you see, people like me are never able to make their way through the easy path. I tried different things.
I played basketball because mom said my reflexes are good like that of an athlete. But I failed in that field. I tried to do animation because I was good at making cute characters but I failed again because it was not what I was made for. I started playing online games, did graphic designing, tried to write songs but I failed in all these areas.
But there was one thing I never tried to do even once and that was writing a story, developing myself as a writer because as I said earlier, it's because my father left us. He was the only one who always appreciated me for writing stories. And after my mother's death I had no one to help me and I was left all alone.
But the night before that day I was so lost, nervous, and so angry. I wrote a 30 page long story. I couldn't even believe in my eyes when I looked at my computer's screen.
When I started reading it. I learned it was about a 15-year-old boy named Peter. He was a really shy kid. Due to his shy and introverted nature, he was often bullied by his classmates, his superiors and even after knowing all this. The teachers turned a blind eye, as if they had not seen anything. He was really disappointed with his life, he just wanted to kill himself but he was not suicidal.
But one day he was accused of stealing 50,000 KWR ( 38.2 in dollars) from a student's purse. It was not him, his classmates had framed him. They punched him in the face until it looses its shape, his nose started bleeding, they cut his hair saying that his hair color looked like moss. They also poured a whole bottle of milk all over him and beat him to a pulp.
He was falsely accused. Therefore, he could no longer resist it. He had run up to the roof of the school and tried to jump from the top of the sixth floor. Out of the blue, wearing a beautiful light green gown with a yellow bob haircut, a lovely charming face appeared infront of him. She tried to stop him but he was strong enough to push her away from himself.
But the girl didn't stop trying and managed to stop him by saying just four words which were "I was bullied too". Her words were so powerful that she could save him from giving up his life. This was the story I wrote before I lost my senses. Well, I just gave you a brief summary of my story and the real story is yet to be told. I wrote a total of 6 chapters with 5000 words per chapter. Total 30,000 words. I had no idea I could write so many words on my own in one night.
I thought it was a good story. So, I felt overwhelmed and happy. It felt like a lot of ideas were looking for a way to come out of my mind and create something cool and readable. It was the first time I wrote something that won my own heart before it won the reader's heart. I decided to complete this story unaware of the fact that the story I was writing was not really normal...
To be continued...