I was kind of inspired by BTS' last album, Wings. I wrote some shorts, and I guess my friends liked it, so I am posting my very first story here. Hope you like it.
I woke up in a room, alone and was surrounded by darkness. Suddenly, light started seeping through the room until I could see where I was. A room that seemed to be mine, but it wasn't anymore. I then started to have a migraine, flashes of my life started to reveal itself like a movie but it was all in my head and no one could see it. I started seeing my younger self, falling in love all over again, to the reason I have this poison, venom that sometimes made my body numb or that sometimes just left and came back to hurt me even more. I used to be so greedy, so determined to date that now I know only evil to this.
The future seems further and further away; the light keeps dwindling. My childish first love, the one that made me lose my way, the way to reach my dream. My ambition, made me sharpen my knife, day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute. Yet, the irony was that because my greed had turned uncontrollable that knife became duller and duller with the passing of the days. All I knew was that because of that love, it made me think of another form of the devil calling to me, using love. I always shouted to my younger self to stop holding their hand but my conscience made me turn away and made me taste the sharp and bitter reality. I saw how blood, red blood dripped down my hands, making me see the cruel reality.
My breathing became shorter and raspier; every night I try to sleep but because of my twisted reality I can't. A familiar tune resonates like that music box that your parents had filled with sweet memories, now fills itself with tragedy and it echoes making it impossible to forget and give up whatever crime I ever did like kissing your lips that always seemed too sweet for my taste but kept doing so even though my mind wanted to stop. Once, I woke up and I was surrounded by stares, people's stares that go untouched by me because how could I touch them if they cannot be touched?
I always screamed, begged, cried and shouted until everything felt numb, just so I could get a little miracle in my life, my reality, my world but I always went back to that exhilarating and addictive sweetness. Yeah, I'm an idiot but I didn't want to let go of the devil's hand because even though it was bad to hold on, it was too sweet to endure and too evil to forget and give up.
Author's Note: This is very terrifying to do but I know I can do this! 💪💪💪 First story up!
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