The routine of life was always a burden to me, the silence and stillness of a classroom ,the monotony of the daily commute to school and the repetitive life around him. the dim ambition that resonated around him as his family and friends always just wanted to live comfortably in his small remote coastal town. They didn't want to leave the tiny echochamber they built for themselves and explore the world, they had the TV for that.
But I had a bit of light at the end of the tunnel, throughout all my life I had an out to this monotone existence,Archery.
I would run to the forest after school to shoot at the random targets I bought, And it would always make my day better.
It's just that the feeling of holding down an arrow as you're about to launch it at a target always puts me in a hyper focused state that I couldn't replicate anywhere else. It made me forget myself and lose myself in the moment, completely encapsulating me in its grasp. Fleching the arrows and makeshifting unique bows was the creative outlet that I needed to not die of boredom.
I just forgot my shitty grades and that I was going to live the rest of my life in bumfuck nowhere, and focused on the trees around me, the sea breeze hitting my face, and the light shining through the thicket of trees.
But alas I couldn't just do this forever. My parents offered me no support and just wanted me to get good grades so that I could join them as a civil servant and help them run boring town.
So I needed a job to support my hobby. As much as I would like to just shoot arrows all day, woodworking tools don't come cheap in this desolate town.
I was lucky enough to have an uncle who owns a fishing boat and lets me help him out on the weekends. When in one morning one week from graduation,
I brought one of the fishing nets up from the water as I normally do, when the fishing net suddenly traps my leg.
'No big deal' I think to myself as that's a normal occurrence when using the old machines on my uncle's boat. Once suddenly the machine begins to clatter as it reaches the top and then I hear a loud CRANK.
My fight or flight instincts kicking in, I notice the machine start to break and try to untie my leg. I hear my heart beating loud inside my head, Badoom, I lift my eyes from my leg for a second when I notice one of the machines arms snap out of place dragging me and the net into the deep. I cling as hard as I can to the edge of the boat with more power than I even knew I had in me but still my hands instantly snapped like a twig as I was flung into the sea with no way to move or escape.
As I accept my demise I hear a voice calling towards me. Somehow although I'm trapped in the net I feel like I can move towards the voice, I push myself to the peak as I feel pain so hard I'm sure my very existence is trembling. The pain searing through my veins and then suddenly it stops and i begin to notice some changes.
1.I am no longer underwater
2.Im no longer in pain
3.and most important of all there's a large shadowy figure in front of me standing next to a wheel with dimensions i can't even comprehend. From what I could see the wheel was very segmented with thousands of lines running throughout separating the wheel like in one of the shows my mother likes to watch "wheel of fortune". The sharp obelisk-like clock hand was pointing at one of the spaces that had a spiral like symbol in the middle.
The shadowy figure shows me its bright red eyes and with a blue smile and in the deepest most uneasing voice I've ever heard asks "aRe YoU InTeReSteD iN AnoTHeR CHaNce?"