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Chapter 7:
"From Author to Extra: My Rebirth in the Pages of My First Novel!"
Author: Trinity_Beash
Write By: Trinity_Beash (RW - Villa)
Created: 12/09/22
Published:
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"Talking"
'Thinking'
*Movements/Emotions*
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No One's POV
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A boy with yellow blonde hair stumbled into his cold, dark room, his body barely managing to carry him across the threshold.
Night had already settled, and it was well past the hour when a student like him should have been home. If anyone else were in his situation, they would never have endured such a return.
His life as a student was far from ordinary.
The boy had unkempt blonde hair, and his face and body were covered in blood, wounds, and bruises. His uniform and backpack were smeared with dirt and his own blood, making a grim trail as he moved.
The room was enveloped in darkness, and he lacked the energy to turn on the lights. Exhausted, he muttered in frustration.
"Argh..."
As he struggled to unfasten his uniform.
Each movement revealed fresh bruises and cuts on his small, fragile frame.
He longed for a hot shower and the solace of sleep, as he usually did, but tonight was different. His entire body throbbed with pain, the exhaustion and suffering overwhelming him.
He wanted to wash away the blood and grime, but he knew the shower would only bring more agony. The thought of warm, hot, or even cold water touching his raw wounds made him shudder. The pain from the fresh injuries was almost unbearable, and he dreaded the thought of exacerbating it.
Glancing at the mirror on the wall, he was struck by how wretched and pitiable he appeared. The sight filled him with a profound sense of anger and frustration.
The reflection was a harsh reminder of his suffering, making him want to vomit at the thought of enduring such pain.
With a deep breath, he removed his clothes, leaving only his underwear.
He took a moment to steady himself, his body trembling uncontrollably from exhaustion and pain. Gulping, he forced himself to move forward, dragging his weak and trembling body toward the bathroom.
As usual, he left the lights off. It seemed he preferred the darkness, finding it oddly comforting at times like these. For someone like him, with no parents to care for him and no friends to lean on, the darkness was gradually becoming his solace.
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