It is me falling, falling, down a cliff, into a chasm, and finally with a thump into the abyss of thought.
I have always admired myself for my thought, my imaginative mind; prided on each fold, creases, and wrinkles of my brain which can hold so much and has endured so much.
But somehow, my reason for trauma was something considered 'silly' and 'normal'.
I was young, maybe 8. Life was simple, not complicated, easy to decipher and predict. A very boring life.
I was on my father's laptop, playing games, playing video games, drawing random artworks with intricate designs on Paint, browsing through videos... It was as normal as it could have been. But then...
I found a link.
Again, I thought it was normal. A very innocent string of variables and constants, signs, and symbols.
The little round circle rotated peacefully. It led me to a very basic website. It would have been a very normal situation if it weren't for the contents.
The contents of the website. What was it? I will leave this to your imagination. All I can say is the videos and images which litter the dark web, the contents which disrupt and build the reputation of the black, hidden sea of the internet.
I was traumatized. I saw things I shouldn't see. The dark web isn't something suitable for an eight-year-old.
I pushed him out of the door.
"Wait- I am so sorry, I wasn't here to steal- I mean I was, but I like you and you didn't hand me in-"
"Bye hoe!" I smiled, and close
There. He is gone. Gone from my life. It was a brief visit. And he left.
Just like any other man. Gone. Bye-bye. Left.
I sat down on my chair. I felt awful for treating that guy horribly, but it served him right. He was a thief. If I were a billionaire, he'd probably loot money from me and put me in a lot of trouble. His intention was not good, no matter how silly he was.
I feel dumb. I have mixed thoughts.
Should I call the cops?
After he left? Bitch I thought you had better common sense.
But he might come back-
Yeah, that whining crybaby is gonna steal. Wow.
Yes but-
No buts. Now, get to sleep.
And yes, I went to sleep, after securing the windows and the door.
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