Your name is Y/n.
You are in in a small paradise.
You know not follow the sounds.
You have no idea how you got here.
You know you shouldn't have left your paradise.
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| Updates will be a bit slow since i do have things to do in real life so...
Its been 2 days since this ' world ' started to feel more gray.. it always been gray but this is different
Its been 2 days and yet i feel its been longer
I'm scared on whats going on, i don't know what to do, i don't know whats going on i w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶g̶e̶t̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶ want to know how this is happening.. on why this is happening
Y/n threw there journal across the room, they were frustrated, its been three days since the train left and since they heard the voices, everything was filled with silence that was getting overbearing
Everyday they would wait for the train to come back and hoped to get some answers but nope, every time they were in the [ METRO ] the train never arrived even if they waited for hours and thats what there doing right now Y/n was in the [ METRO ] waiting for the train
| YOUR POV |
I stand up from the broken bench i was sitting on and walk over to the journal i just threw out of pure frustration, i just couldn't contain my frustration, i can't help but think
' where did the train go? Did i imagine it? Surely not.. '
As i pick up my book and went back to the bench, i felt a drop of water fall onto my head then onto my journal that was has now been smudge by the water
It was now making the freshly ink spread that i wrote before i threw my journal
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The ink was now just a huge black blob now, the water made it look messy and you barely see the writing anymore, i quickly close my journal before any more water droplets can get in the journal and mess up more pages or worse the water got through the paper and messed up even more pages
