- 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 -

- 1 -

The 14th of June

Silence.

Nothing besides soft, steadily released breaths was heard, until suddenly, a loud, incredibly noisy alarm went off.

Not even startled, but rather deeply annoyed, Yeosang groaned tiredly in frustration.

"Again?" He thought, as he realized, that another day had already passed by and now the same shit as always, was happening all over again.

It was a never-ending cycle or how the society liked to say; "a routine."

Usually it was supposed to keep someone's day organized and give it structure, but for those, who weren't blind, it was clear that everything was just repeating itself, becoming extremely tiring by time.

To say Yeosang was sick and tired of this concept, this scam that somehow became normalized and completely unquestioned, would be a huge understatement.

He was literally going crazy, as even suicide and murder, in order to simply free himself or to release his seemingly endless anger, creeped into his troubled, cruelly deranged mind.

Something that was buried deep inside of him screamed, truly begged for at least a hint of a chance to be finally set free.

Maybe it was his will to live, which he thought got killed long time ago and was, as a result of that, dead by now.

However the repeatedly beeping sound, that bounced off of the white walls, didn't help much with that.

It only drove him insane slowly, adding to his already existing anger, increasing the amount drastically.

With annoyance in his every movement, he clumsily reached out, knocked over a bottle of water, that was placed on his bedside table, as he tried to turn the piercing, extremely disturbing alarm off.

After many unsuccessful attempts, which intensified his frustration, he finally made it.

The expected quietness and relief it should have brought, unfortunately never came, as the sudden loss of sounds only revealed familiar yelling.

"Can't have a peaceful morning, can I?" He sarcastically asked himself, but actually knew the answer pretty well already.

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Uhm hey-

Well, even though I should be busy due to school, I'm back with another story.

They can kill the good student,
but not the artist.

In conclusion, I gave up on achieving the best grades, as a perfectionist will never be satisfied.

However, I honestly don't know how often I'll update here, but the one thing I know for sure, is that this story is gonna be pretty short.

The message is gonna be clear and will be easy to understand, if you carry at least a glimpse of empathy and logic within yourself.

Oh and I'm aware of the fact that this chapter is not so long, but as I'm in charge of making the rules here, cuz' it's my story, I couldn't care less.

- Zero