lost in the white noise ♛ khr

00 ❖ prologue.

I wouldn't say my life is bad.

Not in a general sense, anyways.

My parents are protective, but they try their best to understand.

My sister is annoying, but she knows me best.

My friends can be assholes, but at the end of the day, they're still my friends.

But...there's so many things about my life that I can't remember. I don't remember my childhood. I don't remember entering middle school. My memory goes as far to eighth grade and onwards. Trying to remember anything before that ends up giving me a huge headache. So who's to say that my life has always been as stable as it is right now?

I can't say that I don't have a sense of identity.

I just don't have a clear one.

How do I explain this better...?

Hey, when you think of white noise, what do you see?

Something similar to television static, right?

How do you think it would feel?

Like that fuzzy sensation you get when your limbs fall asleep?

That's kind of how I feel sometimes.

Fuzzy. Static.

Like I'm lost in the white noise.

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a/n hi! i'm not sure if i'll have any old readers from the waaaay old original version of this story (which was simply named "Transfers," was purely intended to be a crackfic, and was terrible) or if i'll even have any readers from the 2nd draft (the first story titled "lost in the white noise" before this rewrite), but whether you're an original or a new reader, welcome!

i hope i'll be able to progress even further with this story now that i've got a sense of where i wanna go with it! the 1st story had no sense of direction and was tiring due to a lot of the dialogue being mimicked from the anime :') i liked the 2nd rewrite better but there were a lot of aspects i put in that i didn't really like! i hope i'll be able to sculpt this 3rd rewrite into the story i wanted the 2nd one to be! thank you for reading!