(Hii! This project started I think July 1st of 2023, and after 1 year I'm back here!)
(This is only the introduction. The chapters are already written but I might edit some parts of this.)
(Thank U :D enjoy the story.)
No one ever thought that there would come a day when the world would truly fall apart. The war against humanity, that was what it was all about. A war between man and his kind. A war against humans, specifically, for a very long time, had existed in history, as well as in fiction. It was an ancient, terrible thing; but in the grand scheme of things, it was so insignificant, so insignificant in fact. But now it was all over—the battle was won, the war was ended. And then there would be peace, no more war. Peace, in all its glory and beauty, with all the things that it could give to mankind.
Peace.
The word itself carries a terrible meaning to many people these days. The concept of peace seemed to have lost its appeal.
Really, I don't think there's ever been a better word. Not one I've heard, anyway. Maybe the most perfect word ever created, perhaps, if you put some effort into it. Perhaps something like the word love—that’s such a beautiful word, isn’t it?—love, or even friendship. Something like the word compassion. Or compassion combined with patience. Something like happiness, or joy, or contentment. Something as simple yet as profound as love. All those words just seem to roll off the tongue effortlessly, effortlessly. As if they belong to them. They are easy to say, easy to write. So easy, in fact, that no one really knows why they were invented in the first place. But that wasn’t important. What was important was that they exist in the world at this moment, in our current, most perfect state. This is what we're celebrating here today. This is what this is.
It began as a whisper in the darkness. Just another sound in the quiet air around me, just another echo in the emptiness. That is what my hearing is for, after all.
When I was younger, I used to imagine that sounds traveled faster than they did now. Like airplanes flying high above ground, I used to think. That was how fast they traveled. When we were on airplanes, it sounded like they flew right by us. Even though they were going so slowly, the sound was loud enough for my ears to hear. When they were traveling really fast, the sound was so loud that they seemed to fly right through us. I was still a child back then, though.
I still remember the incident.. My mother knew I was having trouble sleeping because I was scared of monsters. She said it was okay, though, she would protect me from any harm that might come.
But when I woke up one morning and it was too late. My heart stopped beating and everything went black. Then I felt myself falling, falling, falling...
I was falling into a deep hole. A pit. A bottomless abyss. My body started burning before it hit the ground. It burned so bad that I screamed. Screamed and cried out in pain. I didn’t know where I was. Was I dead?
"Maybe this is just a dream.." My mind whispered. “I’m safe. Nothing can hurt me now.” I tried to open my eyes. Everything became blurry. I couldn’t see anything. "Is this what death feels like?" No matter how much I looked around, nothing made sense. I couldn't figure out where I was.
"Norman, wake up!" Suddenly, I heard someone calling my name. I opened my eyes and saw my mother standing over me. "Are you alright?" She asked. I could barely answer her question. The room was spinning. Everything was blurry. I had no idea where I was, why I was here…
"Were you having a dream about those ' monsters ' again..?" My mother continued. I shook my head slowly, not trusting my voice. She walked away to get help, telling me to stay right here until they found me. She left me alone, trying to make sense of everything that happened, everything that I saw. The world was spinning now. I was feeling dizzy, nauseous, lightheaded. I wanted to lay down. To sleep. To forget everything that had happened since I awoke. It all felt strange, unreal. Like a dream.
"What happened?! This is like, the 18th time since Dad left." I heard another voice yell. It was hard to understand what they were saying. My eyes refused to focus.
My vision was so distorted, like I was looking through water. I got up from my bed and sat next to the window. My hand trembled a bit.
"Did he leave? I didn't hear anything…" The voice again, this time a woman's, this time. "You didn't happen to catch a glimpse of him, did you?" Ian said. His voice grew softer and quieter.
I woke up again and realized. I've been in a dream. In my mind. For atleast 7 days or more, it felt that way. It felt real. I remembered the nightmarish feeling of falling endlessly, into an endless pit. It had felt so real. It was so scary.
