Prologue

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It was midnight, I still can't sleep...

These restless nights I have...were no one understands.

Will everything be alright?

I was lying down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. All I can hear is nothing but silence. The dark seemed nice., It feels comfortable... don't you think? All those books I've had. Which some of them I've read before. My parents bought me those books to show their love for me.

And yet, I feel empty... I feel lonely. Alone in the dark.

I feel nothing at all. Like I was dead...

I feel like a walking corpse. With a rotten mind.

I went to look at the window and stare at the sky. The sky seemed so dark tonight and the moon was missing. I can't find the moon.

My parents said that I close my eyes to fall asleep. It's easier said than done. But whenever I fall asleep I always arrived in an empty room. An empty dark room with a silhouette of me in front of me.

I guess I have no choice. I lie down in my bed and try to fall asleep.

I arrived at the same place again. But this time the silhouette is not here. I'm all alone, just like the old times. And then I saw a door. A white door from in front of me.

I know this is all a dream, but why does it feel so real?

I went through the door and then I pushed it open...

I saw a peaceful place, filled with green grass and a river at the front, flowing calmly. I saw no one here. I'm all alone. But it's okay to be alone. It might be sad but you have to collect all your thoughts in one mind. I don't have a real friend. They all betrayed me, used me...for some reason they can throw me away like some sort of toy. I'm not a toy, I'm a human being!

I guess, numbing myself makes the pain go away. It's my only way to cope. Without it, I'll be dead for sure.

No matter what way I desire to die, there is something that is pulling me from doing that thing. I don't know why I'm still alive to this day. I am nothing, I am nothing...

The silhouette appeared around me covering the room with darkness. I thought I was gazing upon the light but I was gazing onto the shadow.

"Carl..."

Somehow I heard a familiar voice. Who could that be?

"Carl..."

It keeps on calling my name, and the ground is shaking.

"Carl... wake up..."

The soft voice calling me. I guess it's time for me to wake up...

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