WHEN IT ENDS || Jason McCann Fictional Story||

~|Three-Sixty? Nah, It's A Hundred And Eighty Degree Turn|~

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~2019~

My life had taken a horrible turn. I still cannot get over the fact that I am living here while my everything is way over thousands of miles away. My best friends, my teachers who have contributed a lot in making me the student that I am today, the beach, the hills, my school— everything has been snatched away from me. I have no clue how I have survived living here with none of those things in my life.

It's not like I didn't want to think about those days, those amazing and unpredictable days. I'd think about it every night. And that's where the trouble was.

I'd get so deeply lost in reminiscence that when I wanted to get myself back to the horrifying reality of what's become of those days, I could feel myself struggling. Struggling, to accept the present, where I don't get to wake up to a new day, but to more of a nightmare. Where I don't get to look forward to making new memories at school, or, the beach.

Huh.

Quite a life I have here.

I'd cry myself to sleep, most often than not, thinking about a particular person each day. One night, it's only him, or, Jo, or, those two girls I call my best friends. The others, all those memories came dawning upon me altogether and eating me alive because I could no longer feel their presence with me. I panicked, and would be left maddened by the end of the night. Although I was unable to feel his presence for a long time then as well, there's still a difference between having a one in a million days' chance to accidentally bumping into him, and having no chance at all.

Last year, my admission in the new school changed my total outlook on people. My first day was terrible, considering that I did nothing but obey what everyone was telling me.
No one let me have a seat with them, they looked at me like I was some kind of outcast and after all these, whatever words the teachers said sounded like a curse was thrown my way at every class.
I couldn't find anything to do but to sob in the corner-seat thinking about friends, my hometown, my home. . .