Chapter 1

Before I start, here is a message from me , the author.

Yeah, it's coming 👍, I thought I lost everything when I stared at the blank page of my new chapter, but it looks like I finally found my lost mind.

Oh and last thing, I am planning on updating in parts, means I will post more than one chapter a day, so I could actually figure out my timing and reach my daily goles. And don't expect daily updates, sometimes I will post every other day, depending on my workload.

... And yeah that was it, good bye guys, see you at the end of this chapter. Good luck 🍀.

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It was a distant dream, which I never thought of having again. A dream that hunts me for all of my lifespan, replayed again.

It was afternoon. As I sat inside the back seat of our car, my vision drifted everywhere in a blur, no! Everything is a blur.

In front of me seated on the front row, were two figures of a middle-aged couple, who chatted happily, occasionally looking at me with distorted faces.

They tried to say something, but never entered my ears.

As if the world is the only thing that resounds, without anyone's voice.

It was a weird sight to hold, as I pierced through the glass window I could see countless distorted figures randomly moving with their animated movements.

All I could do was pier and occasionally look at the couple seated in front.

Soon the car abruptly stopped, and the couple seated in front animatedly walked out.

I saw a hand pulling the lead I was in and greeted me with a blurry smile. It was very genuine, which made even me who has been through all of that loosen my mind.

Like if I am with them nothing can harm me.

As I walked out they happily dragged me towards the distant buildings filled with amusement and laughter.

It was then I realized I was inside an amusement park.

Time seemed to be moving faster as I experienced many enjoyable rides and the company of my two distant parents.

Soon the dust started to rise, as we made our trips end.

We then walked back towards our car with me sitting on my father's shoulder, laughing and giggling happily.

As we entered the car, they led me to the back row and sat in front like before.

Soon the car started to move as we left for our distinction. But it never arrived.

Due to my enjoyment, my vision felt heavy, and my eyes were at their peak, when...

Scree-!!

A screeching sound resounded alongside my parents'panicked face.

The car sifted, tilted, and shook violently.

But it all stopped when a loud sound of glass scattering was heard.

In the blink of an eye, countless needles like metal rods, broke through the glassy window and...

Puchi-!.

Blood splatters, as I look at the horrifying screen of my parents'bodies, pierced with the rods made for construction.

"N..."

"No...

"No.... "

Hup, hup.

Sitting on the bed with a pool of sweat, I placed both palms on my face.

The nightmare has ended, but it left a toll on my mind.

The vision that I wanted to be buried in so deeply, has come back and hit me with its sharp edge.

'This dream again?' I questioned, with a bit of clarity.

It has been a while since I had this dream, it was so distant but so remembering that I can't even try to forget it.

"has it been 17 years, hasn't it?" I murmured under my breath.

shaking my head I turned towards the clock hung on the wall, and saw it had already been 7.40 am.

Sigh~

Leaving a sigh I got up and walked towards the bathroom to freshen up. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at the horrific scene before me.

Standing before me was a reflection of a boy whose whole body was filled with unremovable scars and bruises, with stitch marks all over, coming a little up, his face was a mess, with a left eye grayed out.

It was a face that can be said a child's nightmare but to me, it's a common occurrence. Because the fact that I am seeing now belongs to me and to say it simply is not a pleasant view.

Because of my status as an orphan, my school life has been a total hell, not only at my school life but also at my uncle's house, where I grew up as an orphan.

Remembering those old memories a sense of rage crawled up from the death of my mind.

"It's good that I..." I was about to say something but was halted and remembered the time,

Not to say I am running late for my work.

Quickly coming into my room I wore a set of formal uniforms with a facemask and a pair of sunglasses. and left.

[ Now let's break the 4th wall for a bit:

Who am I and whose story are you reading?

I am Roy, Roy Wilson Living in a world filled with pain and suffering, Yes now face the reality, for us humans life has always been hard and filled with thorns. And I am also one of you living a life filled with pain and suffering, where no one is there for me to lean on.

And lastly, my breaking 4th wall thing will be the last of me, and from unknown sources, I got to know that, I will forget everything I said till now, so bye, and let's continue the chapter]

-Later that day-

"Hey Roy!!"

Someone called out to me from behind.

Turning around my eyes met with uncle Ray, A senior at my workplace.

Sighing inwardly I greeted him with an indifferent face, not to let the conversation be any longer.

But...

"Why the long face? Let's go and get a drink, I am treating" said another man named David around my age while sliding his hand on my shoulder, he has dark hair and dark eyes.

Startled I turned my attention towards the guy and asked in confusion.

"Why?"

It was a simple question but the way I said it, without any emotions or care made the atmosphere serious.

All of them looked at me silently which was broken by me who forcefully let go of the guys grasp.

Ahummm!!

After letting out a fake cough, he continues.

"Well today is my birthday and I want to treat all of you to a meal"

His answer let me raise a brow. Because we are not that close, even if we are colleagues, most of them avoided me and I also did the same.

"I see, but why me?" I question the obvious.

" Because we are short on people's , " said Ray..

Nodding inwardly, I sighed.

" Then it's decided " said David and locked his hand around my neck and dragged me towards the exit.

I struggled to free myself but was unable to.

So I let myself surrender.

...

Soon after we are standing before an old and broken down shop whose signboard is about to fall off.

David walked in first, without looking at the ghostly appearance of the shop, others hesitated but after seeing me taking steps towards the shop they clenched their fists and walked behind me.

Some could ask, why am I not afraid, and the answer is simple, because I have seen many things a human should have, so I am oblivious to almost everything.

And I do not mean the supernatural things, not the ones who believe in them are complete fools, I meant...

Well leave it, walking inside my nostrils with the delicious aroma of noodles.

Taking a seat beside David I looked at every knock and cranny of the shop with indifference.

A few minutes later our order arrived, four plates of noodles and...

"Why are there so many?"

Ask Norl one of the guys who came with us, while looking at the too many bear bottles.

"Don't worry and just drink" said David with a smile as big as his face, while chugging down a full glass of bear like water.

We all looked at him weirdly, 'where does this weirdo come from' we thought in unison.

Anyways, we started with the eating, laughter filled the lobby and the small party continued.

But, in those laughter, I felt left out, I am not used to this kind of thing, and to tell you the truth I have lost most of my emotions, because of those incidents.

While I was thinking single-mindedly, my vision started to get a little blurry and a piercing pain started to crawl up from the depth of my brain.

SHIT!!!

'Not again' screaming inwardly I grabbed my head and tried to look for my bag.

Finding it, I quickly opened it and took out a bottle of painkillers.

The pain intensified and the grip on the bottle faulted and the glass bottle was about to fall on the ground, before I caught it.

Opening the lead I quickly chug 3 pils to relieve my pain.

As soon as the pil entered my throat, the pain intensified again and the glass bottle loosened its grip from my hand, and fell, then shattered into tiny glass particles.

The loud sound caught the attention of others and soon they looked at me with worry and ran to my aid.

It was then something unknown flashed on my smartphone screen.

It was massage, but I can't read it, because of my blurryness.

It was the first time I had this pain in public, because of silent nature I rarely go out, except for work and always carry these painkillers.

And the reason, is that despite looking like this, my brain has a tumor, although small, but old, which pained me for almost 10 years.

Doctors said that it can't be removed or I will die.

...

It took me more than an hour to get on my feet.

After explaining everything to my colleague I left the shop.

!!-SNAP-!!

And, ???!!!, And?...

Wait why can't I remember?...

[A/N: yes from the looks of it, you can say the story is a little different, and yes it is, the charectors are the same but I have changed the plot a little.

The start is a little different but will make a great impact on the plot.

And the story has expended a little so stay tuned.

And like old times... Peace Out]