Reverie | Twisted Wonderland Cast x Male Reader

A Fresh Start As A Janitor... Hurray...

Prologue - Welcome to the Villains' World, Chapter 3

It was the start of a new semester and here I am throwing up in the toilet the day before I was going to be sent into that dorm. Why was I throwing up? I barely remember since it's probably because of the drugs that I was forced upon but all I feel is pain and the need to throw up to make myself feel better.

But it did not.

How I wished upon the moon that my life would just end right after I finished throwing up. Though I did have all the drugs, a knife to stab myself in the heart, and a rope to hang myself, somehow I still had fears about death. It was all the uncertainty that revolves around death.

What if I die but I was forced to relive this life once more? What if I die, instead of eternal peace, something even bad awaits me because I killed myself and not by accident or the nature of human aging?

I had nothing to live on in this world after all since I'm surrounded by a family who values intelligence, looks, and perfection just so the family name was preserved, going in with strict rules but I... who was the oldest out of the siblings were picked over by my younger brother, forcing to surrender everything I wanted to him and learned everything just for him. They were fixated on him to raise him as the best to the point they used me as a test subject.

Which would be good for him, which would be better for him. They always put him first and never me even though I was born 5 years earlier than him. Why have they never treated me like that...?

The school was the worst out of all. I was forced to stay at the dorm, surrounded by people who would be envious of me because of my "lifestyle" and "social status" in this world, befriending me for the sake of trying to get that sort of lifestyle the wished for and avoided me because I was in that status and they found me being too quiet or that I had quite a stench due to the drugs that my parents forced me to take.

I only had branded stuff just to preserve the family image. Even so, it was lonely to the point I had to rely on the internet, just so I can make a friend with people even though some were very short-lived but it was worth it for me. 

Yet, I'm still lonely, wishing to have that friend that I could laugh, cry and argue with. A friend that would stick next to me whenever I needed them and I would repay the same favor by sticking next to them whenever they needed me. Just someone that would be willing to spend time with me because I was me and not my status.

Was it too much to ask for?

That was before I heard someone call my name from the mirror in my bathroom. Was this a hallucination from the drugs I had taken? Still, the voice was warm and loving, and I couldn't help but seek the source of it. And there I saw a boy with black hair with beautiful eyes reaching his hand to me and a kind smile on his face.