night life

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C H A P T E R  1;
reality killer

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There were millions of walls and mazes, and only one huge black sky. I've ventured through every alley, every road, but at the same time, I haven't. The one huge sky of endless dreams dotted with stars and the moon shone as dim as ever.

This is my playground, my city. The night life was my morning, and the morning was my night. I've been here my entire life, that lonely boy at the back of the crowd. No one notices me or ever has, and never will. These people are my dolls, my living figurines. If you play with people, they will hurt you but you can't do anything about it. If you play with dolls, you can hurt them back. 

Those buildings are my dollhouses. The cats and the birds are my stuffed toys. I am a reality killer.

The street I named Stacy Avenue was as melancholy as ever, its street lamps flickering weakly. The black sky above me blocked with pollution wavered, the black clouds moving through the sky as if they were running. I readjusted my cat headphones through my hoodie and looked onwards, listening to Nulabee and looking for the hidden treasure of my playground.

In my playground, in my adventures, I've never found it. My treasure. Every place has one jewel, one prized possession. My city has one, somewhere, among my collection of living figurines and cars. And I'm destined to find it.

I took a turn right, then a turn left. I looked through shop windows and tattoo parlors. I had the world to myself, and I owned all the time within it. There was no time at night, no brightness of the sun and no dramas to play. There were only living toys and my unknown treasure in this playground. This playground of the night and me.

I took a million turns, and no one could stop me. I live my life in the dark; it's who I am. I own all my toys and my playground. I search for my treasure in the darkness, under the stars I bought. Once, a long time ago when my world was younger than it was now, I had a little sister.

We were in the huge white dollhouse filled with beds and nurses. I bought her a star to light up her world at night, the star brightest of them all. I named it after her, but she told me, 

"You can't keep the stars. You'll never see that the stars are free."

I left her a long time ago too. When you realize you have a huge playground, a huge maze laid out before you, you won't need anyone else. All you'd need in the world is music, and the night. I'm searching for something I can't reach; it's just out of my grasp. I don't need any lies, any real people. I just need the ghost of my dreams and the stars guiding me throughout the streets of my city.

I stopped, smack-dab centre of an abandoned road. The city lights overpowered the black sky's lights. I wish I could see the stars; the night sky without the pollution. Only then I can truly find my treasure. Only then will my playground be pure.

I ran, staring up at the sky letting the stars guide me, my feet slapping the pavement hard to my heartbeat. Once my playground is complete, I'll go back to my little sister and show her my world. The reality-free world made by The Reality Killer.