The Sad Life(ves?) of a Chinese Teen

Prologue: Just five minutes...

"Fuck."

Another crumbled sheet of paper joined the other crumpled sheets of paper on the floor.The balls of paper blanketed the floor, at least half a foot deep. If one looked, you could see that the papers had intricate drawings depicting many things: a handsome Wuxia warrior with billowing robes, a sly vixen with clever red eyes, an angry dragon puffing out flame and much more. All were scribbled out and tossed away carelessly, joining it's brothers and sisters in the dark.

"Why does it not look correct?"

Frustrated, a boy threw his pencil down fiercely. The lead cracked, spinning off somewhere in the room. The boy, named Yang Yunqing, angrily scooched away from his desk. With a sigh, his body shuddered. He suddenly slumped, looking like a deflated balloon.

Why am I... so... fuck...

Why am I so bad? Even a trash could do better than you! Well-known artist your mom!

His messy black hair hung over his face, covering his first tears. More followed, rolling down his hidden face like beads.

 A sob suddenly shattered the silence of the room like stone to glass. Yunqing curled in on himself, leaking tears as silently as he could. Soon enough, his pajama-clad knees were soaked and his face was sticky with snot.

Beep beep beep.

His sobs stuttered to a stop. Sniffling, Yunqing reached over to turn off the annoyingly loud alarm.

6:45 AM.

He had pulled another fruitless all-nighter.

Ah... I should throw away everything before my parents come in... He thought absentmindedly. His eye bags suddenly seemed much more prominent on his pale face, eyes red and face shiny. As the watery light hit his face, he seemed to shrink, turning the previously crying young teen into a wisp of a person. 

This was a normal day in the many days of Yang Yunqing's life.

His cycle: stay up and draw in vain, go to school, make good grades, go home and study, practice violin till his finger were black, eat dinner, and endure his parent's verbal lashings at him.

His dream? Become a well-known artist that draws BL!

Reality? An in-the-closet gay in a Christian-Asian family who lives in the big country of China.

He truly leads a sad life!

But today is actually not a normal day. 

Today is the day that Yang Yunqing will die.

He tripped over his chair leg, falling soundlessly on the pieces of paper. Crumpled paper would normally hurt a person lying on it, with it's jagged corners and pointy folds. But Yunqing was not a normal person. To him, the paper seemed like a cushion of the softest silk. After all, he hadn't even touched his own bed for at least a week. 

It was truly a tear-jerking sight. A college boy should be lively and healthy, participating in sports and chasing after girls. Yunqing was the exact opposite. He was skinny and white looking. Eye bags stood out like a splash of mud on a white dress, making people cringe when they see him. His hair was neglected all care, long due to many missed hair appointments and ruffled in weird angles that defy gravity. His body looked like it would break from a person touching him. Metal colored eyes red and half-way closed were dull and lifeless.

And the frosting on the cake was that he was a rainbow. A panicked and big rainbow at that, shoved into the largest closet there was and locked with three chains. That were getting rustier by the day. 

Need to clean up... ah... it's already 7:00...?

Mom will probably be awake by now... so tired... maybe... maybe 5 minutes of rest will be okay... she sometimes wakes up late....

Ah no... she will be so mad... I probably will have to practice another extra hour.... my finger... They'll bleed

Yunqing struggled to get up, then fell down again.

Aiya... you know what... five minutes will be good

Just five minutes...

Yang Yunqing closed his eyes for the final time in this world, leaving on a blanket of crumpled drawings.

[Soul detected... checking soul compatibility... 100% match... contract made... mutual consent... binding... initiating contract...

Soul will awake in 3... 2... 1...

Soul conscious] 

Author's Note:

Hello! This is my first story, made on a whim after thinking about my life (minus the fact that I'm not a boy )(and that I'll probably never get a system) (and I'm not in college) (and that I'm not gay lol). So yeah. Hope you enjoy reading this strange crap!