Youth

Chap 1: Wonderful Youth

I don't know how or what got me into this situation. I had a great life until that one- yes it was definitely that day. I had a loving life so I swear to you that  I'm not crazy.  I had all the love and support I needed. I had never been close to my parents and they had died when I was very young due to overworking themselves. Since they overworked, it was enough for me to survive on my own financially and I was used to looking after myself anyway. It was no different when my parents died. It was my six friends that I've trusted with for all my life. They were all I needed and they all have helped me to pursue my dream of becoming part of the musical industry. Before it even began, my career, my life had already begun going through a downward spiral.

I remembered the joys of people around me when I had my graduation certificate proudly held in my hands. I even wore a smile on my face (which is pretty rare), proud for what I had accomplished.  The people spoke nice things such as: "you have a bright future ahead of you", "You have taken a chance and put 100 percent of effort into making it come true", "time to live your dream." As happy as the comments had made me, I knew it was too good to be true. Everyone had spoken of a time where each person must go through the hardest time in their life to seek light and find meaning in life.  I had always wondered when that time would come to me and now that I know, I wish I hadn't thought of it. 

Besides my dream job, my friends were much more important to me. They meant the world to me and we were inseparable.  Yes, I remembered it all, my wonderful youth. We would run away from our troubles at school and go to a place where the world belonged to us.  I could just close my eyes and travel back through a magical gateway that sparked my vivid memories like fireworks on a new year. There were blue skies that we gazed upon at, tall, magnificent trees with evergreen leaves that reminded me of skyscrapers in the city, stone as cold as ice with graffiti plastered all over, black, dirty ashes and an abandoned, lonely building  with broken bricks surrounding ruined from a fire that started where there once was a building was where we would gather around and ponder about our life. There were flowers of warm colours  growing through the holes of the stone bricks that bloomed in the warm spring's day, vines gripped on tightly to the rusty train tracks like a mother holding its child in her arms, hoping its delicate body won't fall out of her hands and chains that were two meters tall surrounded our world and acted as a gateway and guard to keep anyone else from coming to it. It truly was a haven, a home for the seven of us and played as life itself for us. Now had I just realised, we always hung out at a place of abandonment and loneliness yet it meant the world to us and we'd talk and play in happiness. Did this world of ours resemble how our lives were gonna turn out, abandoned and alone, with no clear path to be seen but a thick, misty fog covering it? If it were, why didn't I realise it sooner but now when it's too late to go back? I'd crave to go back to those times, a time of wonderful youth.