Based on the song "Mind is a Prison" by Alec Benjamin. Set in 2021, a virus spreads, gradually killing everyone over 25. Many in their twenties are dead at 30, as it takes at most 5 years to kill. Some die within a week of exposure. Before the public is aware of this disease, the POTUS finds out that kids under 25 that weren't exposed to the virus are immune, and draining them lets the recipient become immune as well. Those immune are captured and sent to Junior Containment Centers. Jayce Nicholas, a teen, has been in and out of the JCC's more than anyone. It's a wonder they aren't dead yet. This will be divided into two acts, with 14 chapters in total. This series will be a trilogy. This is part one of the "My Mind" Trilogy. Updates whenever I can; I'll try to do a chapter once every few days. If I get excited, I might do one or two back to back. 💀Probably going to go through a lot of major changes. The reason I made this series was for literally one scene.

Someone from my grandma's times said that, "Empathy is about finding echoes of another person in yourself." I was never great with this understanding or emphasizing stuff. From the moment I learned to walk, I have done everything on my terms. I studied what I wanted, dated who I wanted, drive at the speed of the wind, broke rules I didn't like and enjoyed life to its fullest. And I don't have an apology for any of it. Giving a damm about what others think was never my style. I am a free bird and my talons are always ready to protect my freedom. I didn't really care about other's feelings. Not that I am rude or outright blunt, I just don't care. My tomboyish look and attitude aren't the most attractive thing to the opposite gender. Thank God for that, I don't have to deal with those sweet chocolate promises of eternal love (that die in 2 months in reality) that plagues today's teenagers. That left dating just a new hobby to try. Empathy is not my cup of tea. But the nature spirits of my family may have other ideas. It blessed (or cursed) me with this strange power to feel the emotions of those who were buried. Those emotions are not haunting me, they rather seem sad. And it is in my power to switch them off. But what would it feel like to hold a regret of eternity? That it. I shouldn't have felt the last sentence. But somehow I did. Especially when my grandma joined the buried and left the burden of her legacy on me. Now I have to make a choice. Whether to ignore this strange feeling and continue to just enjoy my life. Or open my heat to the emotions radiating from graves. I cannot empathize with living. Am I even qualified to empathize with the dead?

A fun twist on "The Karate Kid" where YOU are in the rivalry with Johnny Lawrence :) After the passing of your grandfather, you are forced to throw away your life in Greece and move to Reseda, California to carry on his legacy. When the old family record shop falls in your hands, you must do everything you can to keep the business alive before it's gone forever. But when a twist of fate introduces you to a blonde haired karate king, you find yourself making more enemies than record sales... 7/14/21-9/20/21 Sequel coming soon ;)