Prologue

-Third Pov-

*Ring* *Ring*

An annoying alarm ring filled the room. A hand shot out from underneath the blankets, straight towards the alarm to shut it off.

A man slowly got up from the bed and looked around with tired eyes. His room was ugly and that was the only way someone could describe it. The walls were bare and looked awful. There was nothing to make it look even a bit pleasing to the eye. He frowned every time he looked at his walls. It seemed like the man hated the room down every inch of it and just wanted out of this disgusting place he calls home

"Another day of trying to find a job." The man said as he walked towards his bathroom. He washed his face and looked into the mirror disgusted with what he saw.

"18 years old, no job, no money, and no rent. Maybe I should just end it already " The man weakly said to himself.

An unemployed nobody. He had an average height of 175 cm, a slightly big body, and an average face. If he were to be kept in a crowd, most people wouldn't even notice him. He had scruffy short brown hair and an unsmiling serious look.

He lived in a run-down apartment downtown in his city, finding a job in a place like this wasn't hard. The real problem was keeping the job for more than a week in a city where stores were just fronts for gangs where you couldn't go a day without hearing about missing person cases. The longest job he had ever had was as a janitor at the public school but he quit after all the insults he had received from the kids and lack of respect from his fellow staff.

By the time he was 16 he had run away from home to get moved elsewhere by his abusive father and apathetic mother. For the first year, it was the streets with no money or food he had to eat from the trash to get by. From shoes to his food, he got it off the streets before meeting some Labourers who begged him to give him a job. They rejected him at first but agreed after the excessive begging for almost a week, It was from this job that he had been able to get on his feet at the age of 17. After he had saved enough to rent an apartment for the next year, he had been doing odd jobs from janitors to pickpocketing; he had no friends, family, or contacts he was alone.

For about a month now he had been contemplating suicide since he felt his life wasn't getting any better and just wanted to end it. He had checked on his phone for the quickest and most painless way to go out when he had finally decided that overdosing was the easiest he could partake in. He wore a black shirt with a set of jeans and his favorite and only pair of sneakers and headed out of his apartment complex.

He walked down the alley taking a shortcut passing by the old man sleeping on a makeshift cardboard bed until he reached the pharmacy and as he entered he recognized the old man working at the register he walked over and started talking

-First Pov-

I was fond of the man. He was one of the few nice people he knew but that wasn't much since he didn't know many people.

"Old man"

"It's you, how have you been?"

"Fine as always," I said with a strained smile "I need one pack of painkillers how much?"

"It's on the house and it looks like you have a headache and you need it to get it"

"Thanks," I said quietly as I waved the old man goodbye, It was time. I had 10 of the tablets in my left hand and a glass of water in my right, I would be lying to myself if I said I wasn't afraid I was definitely scared my body was shaking I didn't want to do it deep down I just wanted things to be better but I also know they can't I just wasn't born to be happy maybe I'll be reincarnated to a fantasy world like those anime I saw on the tv as a kid.

After what felt like a year of thinking I downed the pills at once it didn't hit me at first but after a minute, I fell to the ground it felt like nothing I just couldn't breathe I tried but I just couldn't I was lying down slowly suffocating but I accepted it finally no more pain of being alone no more cutting my arm I could be at peace 'Yes...'

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My head was pounding so badly... I felt foggy.

I half-opened his eyes and immediately I was blinded by the sun "so bright"

I felt like stabbing my eyes, dust got in my eyes in seconds and any physical effort was almost too much for me. My muscles throbbed with pain, as if after extreme exercising, and I was parched. I somehow got the strength to stand up and I was shocked by what I saw.

'Where am I? Where is this place? These questions plagued my mind but I couldn't bring myself to voice it out. It was empty and the only way I could describe it was "Just sand"