Chapter 1:
Fireflies, everywhere
This place makes me sick, I am tired of this routine that drains my humanity until I am nothing but a jello that floats between the river, whatever that means. I missed the days when I could just do whatever I wanted, I missed the days when I could lock myself in the room.
"Ringo! come and eat your dinner!"
"I'll do it later!"
I'm not hungry yet, and I still have to finish this short story.
"The aliens are invading the earth!"
"Don't worry, we have the power of unity with us!"
The war took over multiple years with no clear winner until one of our secret agents stole the alien technology that we could use to defeat the aliens.
Humanity won!
The President of the world said, "With the technology in our hands, humanity shall prosper in space!"
Humanity was successful at first, until they got too greedy and declared war on aliens who are way more advanced than us. Then it's all over for humanity, destroyed by their own greed.
Finally, it's over! Time to eat my dinner.
I stand up from my desk, and I feel so dizzy, that everything spins around me until I fall and it's all black.
"Hey, stop sleeping on the job!"
I am tired of being here, why can't I achieve something despite I am achieving a lot of things in the past, most of them went unnoticed. My eyes are turning black from lack of sleep, and I am lacking sleep because my head spins around with these wandering thoughts that prevents me from sleeping at night.
I'll just finish this and go home, and sleep.
"Ringo, you want to join us?"
"No, sorry."
At the front of the station, I can hear someone busking with just a guitar. His voice isn't very good, but he sounds so passionate about it. No one cares and just passes by, but he still performs as someone who filled an entire arena.
He sings something about shouting his dreams and keeps going despite the hardship. I want to chase that dream of mine, I think that's what keeps me human.
I want to keep on writing, despite it's not going anywhere, that's the only time when I am happy, and I can speak my feelings without consequences. Although I am somewhat sad that I can't grow, I am stuck in this limbo where I am writing without much progress in anything.
I am still as dead as ever.
I sit on my desk, in this dimly lit room, with my laptop screen being the source of light, writing whatever I want with this little time that I have.
The capitalists with their rotten cores have polluted our green earth, what do we do? They even conspire with the government.
"Let's burn them," I said.
"That's a suicide."
"I'd rather die than live in this hellhole."
They successfully attacked the corporates, and people are now more aware of the situation, but now their life is a living nightmare, with constant threats.
It's midnight already. I haven't eaten dinner, whatever, I'll eat tomorrow.
I wake up to a phone call from work.
"You need to be in the office right now!"
"No."
"Go right now, or you'll be fired."
"I don't care." Then I shut down the call.
I don't really care if he wants to fire me or what, I'm just fed up with it. I am not going to work on Sunday for something that I hate.
I'll return to my hometown, I hate it here. It's expensive, loud, and there are too many people, I want to relive that locking myself in the room and working until I pass out. I can't afford to live here anyway without a job.
I packed everything necessary and then carried them all to the station. I saw the guy from last night again, I gave him some money, and said to him "I hope you'll get what you dreamed of." He then looked back at me, and said "Keep chasing your dream." We smiled at each other and exchanged contact.
I resume my journey back to my hometown, it's been a while since I saw actual greenery that is not in a park or a pot.
I arrive at my home, and my mom opens the door for me with a surprised face, her daughter out of nowhere moves back to her old nest.
"I'll explain it later, now I want to be alone in my room."
I'm back at my den, I want to continue writing, I don't care if no one reads it, it's for me not for them.
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