Living my life as a gaming-freak guy ever since I was in grade school, my life was ruined by my own doings.

My name is Kiera Ayai, a 17 y/o gaming-obsessed. I have always been getting teased by my classmates but I have no one to stand up for me. I refuse myself to make friends with anyone, except when they're just the players on video games I would never get to see. or so, they called me a "loner".

I have always been refusing parties, sleepovers, play together invitations owing to the fact I hate being with the crowd. I always making my mom and dad worried about me because I am always at my room. It was dark as the peak of a mountain, the only light source of it was the gaming computer beside my space conquering bed.

After a long exhausting school hours, I immediately went home and laid out on my orderly arranged bed. While my body was laying straight at my bed, my parents weren't aware that their child had been having a nightmare. It was like I was alone in the pitch black desert, and there is nothing but a wind that feels like a soft cotton every time it makes contact with my skin. I kept shouting "Anyone! please help me!" but there is no one to come. I kept crying. I'm scared as if it's like it is the end of my whole existence but there is a part of me that seems untroubled. Moments passed by, I woke up with tears in my eyes.

The moment I woke up, I realized something I wasn't aware of at all ever since. It was

"If you keep loving the dark, the dark itself will do the hate on you, not those you hate around you."