I was young and naive to fool around with reality and become something in my mind that I was not. I thought I was this powerful person with the strength of ten men and courage of a lion. I came to find that I was so wrong and what I thought was real turned to vanish right in front of me.
"Don't do it" "be careful" "you may get hurt if you take that jump" but who was to stop me when I was this close to the edge? I went to the cliff every dawn and every evening just to see. I went to school and I was only 11 at the time. Little boy with no problems and no troubles with life until I stepped onto the ground full of kings and queens.
I went to the river, saw the fishes, saw how the ripples in the water crash together and how it created this beautiful scenery. I went there to study, not school study, but study life and that was the most for me. Than I would go home, have dinner, and sleep.
Opening a book when it is 100 years old is not easy, especially when the dust flys everywhere and gets all caught in your mouth. That's how a new day felt to me. Waking up in the same room, the same school, and same uniform. But it wasn't like that forever something had to change. And it did.
My name is Jimin and this is my story.
YOU ARE READING
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖂𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕰𝖓𝖉
Fanfictiona tale of the unknown, when a boy is fighting struggles none can see. He is not transparent, but rather foggy. Like the sight of a car window charging through rain trying to find its way, but the words crashing down on him, will not let him push.
