Robin's Curse

Prolouge

Someone's POV

Is everything still worth fighting?

CIRCLES open tardy bloodshot as I try to focus my blurry sight at the ceiling. The pain radiates quickly through my eyes making me closed my eyelids for not more than like 10 seconds and subsequently, I accepted and endured the light of the bulb from above the ceiling. The spacious 4 sided room make me feel like a dust in an unbothered bookshelf. I never felt so helpless as day goes on with another day to another to another.

Dislodging the unnecessary tubes linked in my body would make me collapsed in throes of agony, albeit I felt numb like I already habituated the pain to my entire system. I tried to sit on my messy sheets, moving like an old retired man not doffing the piece of cloth covering my limbs. I tilt my head to the left side and saw my complicated boyo being reflecting on the clear transparent material. I shook my head and laid my eyes through the glass window where alluring stars dispersed in a seemingly pleasant manner. I move a diminutive inch of bit to my bed as if I can go closer to the sheening stones scattered in the night sky. The gray mass in the blank space always looked like a nice painting, even if it's raining thunder, it's a masterpiece. How come a ravishing creation can be loved and accepted by it's both sides?

Life is not fair, isn't it? At least not for me.

I got up from my bed like I 'usually' does in the midst of everyone's unconscious time, well not really everyone. I put on my favorite mixture of gray and pitch-black jacket, more like the only thing I ever have. I grab the sandals under my bed which perfectly fits on my feet, disregarding the fact that I just stole it across the room earlier.

I move to the pale tintless door and cautiously turn it's knob sliding it open. The warmth of the empty corridor gave me a frigid ambiance, I might shiver. I walk through passing the speechless rooms as if it was right, as if it was legal, for me.

I made my way down the staircase, avoiding the use of the elevators which could easily attract attention to the graveyard shifts. I put on my hood and crept to the edge of the old painted wall going to the hallway where the night guards and front desk clerks are peacefully doing their job. Mari cast an eye on me, smirked and shook her head unimpressed. I turn my back knowing that there's no single chance for me to sneak out, I gave up, like how I gave up on my life.

But not today. I walked back steadily confident traveling to the back door of the enormous building where the exit lies peacefully. She must have thought she caught me. The door squeak open welcoming me to the freezing temperature as it promptly hugged my whole being. Backstairs plans are the only thing that keeps my life away from being boring.

I heaved a breath. My wobbling feet started walking on their own like a constant robotic motion heading on the same usual spot. The parking lot, the shiny cars, the flickering lampposts, the city lights, the noises of horns around the block, they all keep me from being awake.

I put my hands on my pocket and cross the sleeping street as my pj's sway along the polluted wind. The place grew brighter as I draw nearer the 24/7 convenient store. The smell of variety of junk foods lingers through my nostrils as soon as I pushed the glass door open. My feet wandered on its own despite the eyes staring intently. Their quiet noise filled the whole room and I did not give a damn if they're talking about me.

I raised my head as I watched myself standing near in front of the convex mirror. My hair is growing rapidly, it'll be covering my sight in no time.

"Robin, why are you still awake?"

I turn my back and saw a middle-aged man leaning on the counter looking at me. I quickly noticed his faded uniform which is a sign that he's been working here for years. I slowly approached him.