Metanoia

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(n.) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life


I wake up in a strange place, somewhere I don't recognize. I rack through my brain, recalling my last actions, but all my attempts are proven useless as my mind only draws a blank. Did I get way too drunk last night?I only drank about 3 beers.. it isn't that much.

I glance around my surroundings, trying to figure out where I was. Greeted with the trunk of several old and large trees and smaller scattered vegetation, I easily pin-pointed myself in a forest. How had my drunk ass managed to get me stranded in a forest? I sighed quietly, it didn't matter now, all I needed to know was how to get out. I trekked along the path of dark, chocolate-colored dirt that was speckled here and there with some bright green plants, hoping to find my way out of the green-brown sea. The more I walked, the more I felt paranoid. I felt as if someone was behind me, watching my every move, observing my body and sizing me up. Their thoughts would be lined with thoughts of unknown intentions. I wanted to turn around, but decided against it, I still needed to get out and finding someone or someone finding me was very unlikely. I stumbled upon a small and tidy wooden house.  I walked closer to the wooden structure, hoping to find a letter or card to figure out where I was. Some leaves rustled behind me, chattering in protest as whatever or whoever is behind them shakes them apart. Time slows down, I turn around, just enough to see the shadow of someone coming towards me. Their speed increases dramatically, my muscles feel heavy and tense as I move out of the way, barely avoiding the figure...

-  Tick.. Tick.. The clock whispers as it sits on my nightstand, its arms slowly moved along. The sweat on my body made my scars burn, the tears from my eyes ran downwards to the cold floor and my lungs screamed and heaved for air. I sat in silence for what seemed for hours, my head pounded as I worked to slow the speed of my thoughts--which ran at a increasingly fast pace. What was the purpose of that dream? Was it trying to warn me? I took deep, long breaths calming my breathing and wiped away the tears with my sleeves. I laid back down onto my bed and remained in thought, my eyes shut closed, I knew I couldn't go back to sleep. Not now. So I waited in silence, until finally I turned to glance at my clock who spiraled into life, ringing loudly as it rattled about on my nightstand

 I could see the rays of the sun trespassing the curtains and settling down on my skin . As I put my feet down, I heard my mom making her way to my room, in case I didn't wake up with the alarm. She entered into my room, without knocking as always, and told me, "You are going to be late for school and it's your last year. I'm sure you wouldn't want that to happen," as she opened up the curtains.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE.

 A/N: I hope you guys like it and leave a comment about what you guys thought about it. I was attempting to make this chapter longer, but I ran out of time and I promised to upload friday so next chapter will probably be longer. I hope you guys had a great day! byee

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