Endless Pen [COMPLETED]

PROLOGUE

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SENSITIVE TOPICS SUCH AS SUICIDE. It might trigger some minds but please do know, that your life matters, okay? Keep on fighting to stay alive. Always remember that someone loves you dearly. Treasure yourself. Treasure your life. Love y'all.

~ Hadlee

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PROLOGUE

ATHANASIA'S POV

'OMG! Ang astig ng plot twist!'

'I had goosebumps while reading it.'

'I'll recommend this, again and again.'

'Sobrang detailed ng deaths. So amazing!'

'A sensitive topic but well-executed.'

#1 in Thriller

#1 in Suicide

I let out a small smile at the reviews and rankings. Once satisfied, I turned off my laptop and placed it on my desk before I lay down on my bed.

Unfortunately, my phone suddenly rang. Another editor of a publishing house. Napailing na lang ako.

"Yes?"

(Congratulations for reaching one hundred million reads on your first novel.)

"Thank you."

(We are receiving a lot of requests.)

I know where this is going. "Is that so?"

(Infinite Ink, have you thought about it?)

I sighed. "Yes, I have."

(Are you accepting our offer?)

"I'm sorry but I'll have to reject it once again."

(I understand. But if you ever changed your mind, feel free to contact us.)

I sadly smiled. As if that'll happen. "I will. Thank you."

Another offer was rejected. Aren't they getting tired of it? I sighed.

This unexpected fame is getting on me. There's no denying that I love everything about it. The positive reviews, the publishers contacting me to put my stories under a contract and turn it into a book, it's undeniably amazing.

I sighed again and decided to close my eyes for a minute. I wanted to sleep, I wanted to rest, but my mind wouldn't let me.

Contrary to my supporters' opinions, I want to have a peaceful life, a normal life. Ayoko ng laging ganito. They don't even know who I am and yet, I receive continuous support from them.

I opened my eyes and sat up. It wouldn't let me sleep. I sighed and messed up my hair. I'm frustrated as hell but nobody knows about it. Nobody.

I took my phone and opened my document app to start writing. I hide my identity under a pen name "Infinite Ink," corny as it may seem but I never really think it through. Ginusto ko lang naman ng outlet ng stress kaya ako nagsulat eh. I never expected these readers, voters, supporters.

Gulong-gulo na ako sa buhay ko. Naghahalo na lahat-lahat maliban sa plot ng stories ko.

Though to be honest, my life was meaningless not until I saw this pen and paper, this device, this app.

Writing puts definition in my life. Hopefully, once I'm done sharing my stories, this will finally end.

I want this to end.

This endless pain.