While I Sleep™ • ✓

Prologue:

While I Sleep:
•A BTS FF•

‘‘ His dreams come true so do his nightmares ’’

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His bag drops on the floor as he puts on his hood. His hand grips the side of the plated window as he sighs. His heart beats faster than ever while he stares blankly at his black coloured bag that was lying down, still on the green, grassy ground.

He steps on the bottom of the white window, his shoes gripping the window properly and tightly. His level escalates as he does so. He inhales deeply, breathing in the early morning air.

His pink lips part to allow passage of air as he sighs. He is tensed. He is not sure if he should attempt this or not.

For a few moments, he rethinks, rethinks if he should leave or not, if it is right to go away from here, from this building, this building where he lost his only family. Where he lost his friend.

Yes. He is doing it. He is going. He is leaving. He does not want stay here, for no possible reason. He can't stay here. He does not will to get haunted for the rest of his life. He was tortured enough in his childhood. He has been through enough anxiety, fear and depression. He has been through a lot. He will not stay here anymore. He will not choose to keep mourning over his loss.

The 'incident' re-plays in his mind. To be more accurate, it actually haunts him. It troubles him. He lives in despair. His past is loathsome. Its is bad, very very bad.

The broken chair, the painful punches, the sorrowful look in his eyes. That menacing incident as a whole haunts him.

Shutting his eyes, huffing for one last time, he jumps out of the window, landing straight on the trimmed grass. The muscles of his thighs contract as he lands on the harsh, yet gentle ground. He pulls down his sweatshirt, straightening the fabric. He fixes his hood and picks up his bag, swinging it over his back as he puts the straps on either of his shoulders, heading out of this building. 

He turns his head, looking at the massive L-shaped building for one last time before he leaves.

He will miss it. He knows he will repent leaving this building. He knows he will be unstable for the rest of his life after this particular action of his. At the same time, he also knows that if he stays here, he will suffer more. He is sure that he won't be able to take the weight of the loss. The weight of his heavy heart. To sooth himself, he will have to leave, have to let go, have to be far from this place, far from the only home he had ever lived in, far from the only place where he had actually been happy.

"Let's get it." He mumbles to himself before setting onto his journey of a new phase of life.

He is going, going far from his happiness, far from his content, far from emotions. He chooses to live an emotionless life. He chooses to be alone. He chooses to fight life, alone, without a helping hand, without a supporting shoulder. He chooses to go on, alone with a heart sunk into a pit that leads to nowhere.

His feet lead him aimlessly as he walks. He does not know where he is going, all he knows is that he is trying to forget, all his past. He is trying to forget the good memories. He doesn't wish to remember, he wishes to forget, everything.

A/N:
Unedited.
I hope you liked it! ❣️
This was literally the longest prologue I have written till date😂.
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