Prologue

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by MgKyuhonkyu

by MgKyuhonkyu

Before you judge me by my life, my past or my character.. Walk in my shoes, walk the path I have traveled, live my sorrow, my doubts, my fear, my pain, and my laughter.. Remember everyone has a story, when you've lived my life then you can judge me.

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Once my digital clock declared the 9:59pm. For one minute I'm getting ready to my next move. Just like a normal evening to me. Same routine. Same late dinner snack I'd bought from 24/7 open convenience store nearest to my place. Same instant noodles. A pizza bread for addition to my unhealthy carbs. Same brand of my favorite two bottles of green tea apple juice. Bunch of same potato chips in various flavors. And one bar of chocolate.

As the cashier compute my stuffs and I'm ready to give my cash from my bear designed wallet. But something weird caught my attention. I noticed someone who is looking like an idiot. His eyes were open but you can see he is not staring like a normal person do. Having dark circles with his chinky eyes and cutted bloods on his lips and all pale skin. Wearing Navy Blue jacket hoody on and black worn out stylish jeans. He was sitting one of the chairs, no one seems to care to asked him what is wrong with him.

I don't know why I have this feeling of being responsible to him. Well he do look like a teenager boy who runs from his home. Like a rich kid of got scolded and poof he is here. Look like a zombie and probably realizing that running away is crazy. And shouldn't be done!

What he was thinking? So stupid of him.

So, I call out. "Hey kid."

"Your name is Dreklume Lake?"

"--Valenzuela." I continued his name while munching our foods. We are still here at convenience store. Eating of what they can offer a normal instant meal, a rice and fried chicken. Boom bonapetite!

"cool name kid." I smiled and compliment him. Such American name. But pfff whut? 'Dreklume'? Is his parents are Jejemon hiphoppers? It's just that 'Lake' make his name cooler. That's what's I'm compliment off! And 'valenzuela'? It is a country right?

"How old are you Ms? Oh thank you for this" Pointing on his meal.

"Nah its alright. I haven't eaten normal since then." I don't know how time lapsed but I knew, I space out after saying this.

I decided to take this kid home. So, during our conversation. He told his address, and to surprise. I know the place where he and his family lived.

It's my old house, 7 years ago.

"We are here. Don't run away again kid. There is more smart options to taken off." As I patted his head and tell goodbyes.

"Okay okay enough with adults saying. I get it now, okay? You can go now, Sylvia. Thanks for the ride. I owe you one. Oh I mean two, for the yummy meal too!"

"Yeah Yeah! See you around kid! Be smarter now! bye!"

As I wave my left hand signed of farewell. I didn't just telling goodbye to the boy. I also did to that house. I hope it was the last sight, because I might brake again into million pieces. Like starting all over again. I needed to move on and just keep going forward and don't look back. Past is past. I can't build time machine to change the things it shouldn't been end up like this. I'm still working progess on my depression stage.

(A/N is this story has a potential to continue? This character is a roleplayer. You may add her on Facebook to get to know her more. Tell me your thoughts guys~
AND OH 😂✌ #TBW is under construction sorry I haven't updated this yearrrrrrr ughhh lifeu with stresseu 😒 BUT I'LL TRY MY BEST TO UPDATE CHAPTER 25 THIS WEEK! Alright then, Take careeeee Kids! 👊😘)