Dystopia || Monsta X English Version

Chapter II

~Biu P.O.V~

I was under the same assent of energies that the summer months went by, leaving behind an autumnal air that completed the array of ashy clouds, propitious illuminated by the crystals of sun rays created by the coldness in the air, however, the monochrome scenery was not the reason behind my uneasiness, but the ink engraved messily on a paper with burned corners, torn from a notebook altered by the passing of time. Another warning, another weight on my shoulders that made me blind in front of the student days that just started. I was the only one with the responsibility of paying rent between the girls or better said, the responsibility of some money thrown away, unfortunately, not on the whiskey that not long ago used to water my lips in the dryness of the summer or winter nights, there was not an inappropriate time for a glass full of its sharp fragrance. The ticking of the clock reminded me that classes were about to start in half an hour, I hurriedly stuff the crumpled paper in the pocket of my jeans and taking my bare necessities along with the only accessible way of transport I said goodbye to Maya.

In ten minutes I was supposed to be in the classroom, I differently wasn't a good student, but I like to destroy the expectations of the others, so, for now, I need to create a good image for myself. My thoughts were interrupted by the deafening sound of a car honk, and losing my balance I was met with the cold asphalt, a yelp leaving my lips. My skateboard had a mind of its own, deciding to break in pieces underneath the weight of the car. All my memories were now blown away by the autumn wind, leaving behind a ghost drenched in a faint fragrance of gasoline that was invading my body, riding me of my voice, along with the control that I had over the wave of madness that threatened to wash over me. I tried to get on my feet, looking at my bruised elbows, being greeted by the same dull face form the entrance exam. His smile was accompanied by an irritating laugh, a bad mix for my eardrums, the weight of his nonchalant look made me shed my last bit of auto-control. I slapped his hand away from my face, the last person that I would have asked for help was now standing in front of me, more or less trying to contain his laughter.

"Are you ok?" the boy asked, his name flying in my thoughts, was it Kihyun? His voice twisting in an attempt to diffuse any taste of remorse his lips might have come in contact with. I've put some distance from him in the search for the remaining of my skateboard.

"It's just a skateboard, I'll pay for it" he shouted for me, a vein popped at the sarcasm that coated his words, and with shaking hands, I throw the last bit of my memories at his freshly washed windscreen, the smiles from my friends faces disappearing into frowns that adorned the window, growing bigger with every second passed. I turned my eye towards him, the angriness I felt leaving my numb body.

"It's just a window, I am sure you have enough money to replace it!" and with this, I turned towards the class, that, with no debut, started without me.

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"Where could I have put it?" my question hanging in the air, answered only by the panic that was taking over me as my fingers desperately searched in every corner of my pockets. The damned paper had all my calculations for this month, where could I have left it?! It is all because of that shithead, maybe if he would have taken off the veil of pride he wore on his eyes he would have seen who was in front of him or maybe he did it on purpose just to annoy me, anyway it would have been the important thing was that I really messed it up this time, if I don't pay this month as well I could say bye-bye to freedom I longed for.

I made my way between the crowd of students that were gossiping on the hallways, exiting in a hurry, clumsily pushing the metallic doors of the tall building. All in vain, no traces of the precious paper, rain already washing the ground. Defeated, I returned to the classroom, my long strands of hair curling at the touch of the cold rain, my feet were dragging on the old parquet of the amphitheatre searching the last sit that I claimed as mine even since the day of the examination. On the desk laid two papers put one over another. I sat down, my eyes examining the first one that represented the source of my problems, the one that I lost earlier on. The other was plasticized, enhanced with intricate patterns, depicting a hiring announcement at a local music store. My first thought made me turn my look towards the boy that was sitting on my right, encircled by a big group compost of boys. No, it was impossible, that idiot sure won't do this! It is part-time, but now I really don't have another choice.