The Lost World

Chapter 1 - Destiny

I woke up and saw a boy who stole from me, an adorably cute little boy, about 11 years old, who was also well dressed and did not look like a thief. He stole something from me, something important, but not precious nor memorable. I quickly followed him interweaving through people and whizzing pass streets. After a while, I caught up with him and for no reason we both lay down on the concrete floor, looking at the sky filled with nothing, not even a night sky who was usually full of stars accompanied by the moon. It was pitch black and the atmosphere was like being stuck in the darkness of space and yet still standing on earth. There we were on our back, laying there on the cold concrete asphalt floor and I told stories about myself, I don't know why I opened up to a stranger but I did. The darkness was about to engulf me as I continued to think about myself and my life. When suddenly, I am in the sky taken away from the darkness flying. I was taken away by an angel. In the air, I notice that the concrete floor we were on was the main road. I was shocked, I could have died staying there and I looked back at the odd boy who was smiling at me as if he achieved his goal. The smile wasn't a smile with an evil intention but a satisfying kind of smile. He did succeed at taking it from me but that did not matter to me now because my like matter more. Plus, I don't know what it was and you can't miss something you don't know. I think it was one of my memories

The next thing I knew I was lying in bed, looking up at the ceiling. I had a strangle and uneasy feeling, I was worried and confused; of course, it had to be a Monday and soon I would forget that dream altogether. It had always been Mondays when I feel this strange. Another bad morning to start the day in which I had to endure this uneasy (bored) feeling until I sleep again tonight. I never did know what I lost to the boy, I didn't feel like I needed it but I was just curious about what it is. Which memories he stole. That's just what dreams do they're weird and uncommon to some while vivid and lively to others.

So there I was already feeling drained and exhausted from my dream and taking a morning walk outside walking through the disturbing feeling. The morning air felt good and refreshing, it was one of the things I like to do to clear my mind from troubling thoughts because I will never want to experience what I had last year. It was unbearable torture, which created many tears and mental pains. All because of my overthinking maze-like or rather tangled and intertwining cord-like state of mind, in addition to myself trying to be an overachiever (which I am not because I now know that I am an indolent person) and that I cared too much on someone who couldn't care less about me. So eventually, I cared less about people around me, then again, I thought why not try to be an underachiever, having more privacy, enjoy life more, and making memorable memories? It couldn't be worse than that could it? bzzz... wrong answer, even when I was laying around doing nothing productive. I would always feel agitated, restless, bored, and lonely afterward. The good news is that I did enjoy life a bit more than I was before because I started to enjoy the little things (maybe even being grateful for everything) but I did not make many memories with anyone. Hence, I had to do something, right? I had to build momentum and make new happier memories, with new friends. Then what should I do? Since I have zero hobbies. I tried many activities that varied and surprise! None worked out

[I breathe out] On the bright side, it is a good thing that I have time to escape from all that commotion last year. That memory is still locked inside me, in a tight vault inside my head. Specifically kept not let it touch any other memory that will lead me to be reminded of that unbearable pain. But, it is still there in the back of my mind like a shadow. That's right I was trying to have a new start, one day at a time. I have to remember that! Consequently, I was walking to the library to read some old-time novels or books that interested me and stimulated me intellectually. A rather small pleasure that I enjoy but I am not heavily fanatic about it. As you'd know it! I spotted someone when I was walking. It was him! The Boy! I saw that same boy again. From my dream. The only thing I remember from my dream was that boy. This time he had a dark purple aura that almost looked black around him. The aura was thin as a second skin. It did not seem like an evil aura but a mist like/foggy aura the mysterious kind that intrigues me. He was different from my dream. The boy had dark black hair and eyes, like E boy (emo kid) in a black hoody, however, why would a kid who hasn't been in puberty be in so much darkness and pain. I could sense it. He was sneaking around carefully