As I stood in the dimension without a sense of time and space, with only stretching darkness in every direction, I braced myself for what was to come at any moment. I knew the next memory I was going to experience might not be a pleasant one, as I would feel their sensations, see through their eyes, experience their emotions, and delve into their minds.
In that moment, I closed my eyes and instinctively reminisced about my past.
In the past, when I was a child, I felt weak and insignificant. My voice didn't matter, and I was bullied and stepped on. My body was abused, and my mind was invaded by the laughter of mockery. It felt like I was caught in a cycle of bullying that never ended.
Misunderstood, a misfit, mindless. I felt abandoned, aimless, and abnormal. I was called all sorts of things without having the chance to express my thoughts. The world and people around me had already labeled me.
No one knew about my dreams, yet they pretended to know them.
