Earth 2023
My name is Shiva.
I've lived a pretty decent life since my birth. I was born in a middle class family. Not well off, but not bad either.
Growing up I didn't have many problems. My parents loved all their children. I had a big brother who worked as a teacher. A little brother, who just graduated from college and was looking for jobs. while I was doing the most basic 9 to 5 corporate jobs. It didn't pay well but it had the security and personally that's what mattered to me most.
From childhood, I was what you can call a thinker, someone who overthinks his every action. It means that for my every decision be it small, big or life changing, I always think a lot, and that made me spaced out, or simply split between the reality and my thoughts.
I didn't even realize this was a problem until I was in school surrounded by kids my age - with whom I couldn't fit in. My friends whatever little I had, with my personality found it odd and pointed it out as an anxiety disorder, whatever that was.
Well it wasn't surprising for anyone that I turned out like that. I had no confidence, no power and simply no will to change myself or basically just anything. I had simply given up on even trying to work on myself.
I was a normal guy who lived a normal life. Just like the average Joe who you'll pass by everyday and forget his face next minute.
Due to me being quiet and always distant from people, I had no one who would actually take the initiative to talk to me or care for me. As I graduated from college my connection with my parents also withered away slowly in time.
In the beginning I used to call them once every other day , which later turned into a week and then into a month. Now I just message them every now and then that I'm ok and that's it.
For the past 3 years I haven't talked much with anyone if I didn't have the need too. I shut myself in my small broken world. My life simply going from my room to office and then office to room - that's all.
I had no hobbies or social friends to talk to. So when I was in college I started reading books and novels to pass my time. There was something about different stories that could take my mind off from the useless thoughts I had due to my past and my messed up brain.
And that's what became my save point - whenever I was sad or angry and whenever my brain started thinking stuff which I didn't want to, I would just read the stories.
I could see myself in every other character and smile in their happy endings. And just like that those characters would pull my mind out from my reality which I so desperately wanted to escape from.
And that's how I, a NOBODY lived his life - nothing noteworthy.
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A/N - Hello everyone. Thanks for reading this.
It's my first time writing an online novel - so please support it.
Sorry for the short chapter - but it was only this one - the next chapters will be of normal lengths - with a MINIMUM of 1000 words.