I exist like a shadow cast by nothing
stretching across moments that never asked for me.
Time moves, but I remain unfinished,
a thought the universe abandoned mid-creation.
If meaning ever lived here,
it slipped through me quietly
leaving only the echo of something
that might have been real
11:11
As I woke up, the sound of glass bottles breaking, yelling and some football matches playing on TV filled the air, accompanied by the smell of alcohol and smoke. Once again, the pattern of my life repeated; wake up, get yelled at, hear my mother complain about the harassment she faced at work as she came home at 11pm just for my father to spend the money she earned on gambling
maybe eat and maybe sleep then read my webnovel.
When living feels like a mistake,
I read about things that aren't
and pretend, for a moment,
I was written into the right story. While the sounds progressed, I took out my old, cracked, holding on for dear life of a phone--the kind that lags before you even unlock it. It wasn't perfect, but it was the thing keeping me alive for now.
I wasn't the prettiest, the smartest or even a little athletic and my parents couldn't care less about the way I was mistreated, bullied and harassed at school--the way how they'd tear my books, spread rumors, and jump me out of the blue just for "existing"
All this was going to end tonight though, I was tired--fed up and had no point to keep fighting; tonight, the last chapter of Imaginary Writer was going to release at 11: 11 a.m.
The time was 11:10.
I opened up my webnovel app, searched the title and waited for the chapter.
When those girls spread those rumors--to the point even my own teachers looked at me differently, I read that book; When my parents fought daily for hours, I read another chapter, when I had to eat alone and cry in the school bathroom, the only thing I had for comfort was that silly fantasy book. Fourteen years of this cycle would end in a minute.
Vrrrrrr!!! my phone vibrated as that last notification came through, with the rope and chair next to me, I opened the file.
Chapter 551
In short it was such a horrible ending the ending alone was depressing enough to make me end it, now, heavy with the weight of my quiet existence,
it felt easier to disappear into silence—
to swallow every word I never spoke,
to carry every burden without a sound,
to fade into the background
like I was never meant to be seen.
it was finished
Suddenly, I woke up again--my heart pacing, my neck still sore, the weight of the world still weighing me down. I was still alive? But for some reason, it was quiet; no yelling, no weird smell and my room didn't even look like my room--it looked similiar to the description of Miranne's room, the main character of Imaginary Writer. As the realization hit me, I sped downstairs and began to look for Miranne's aunt, my second favourite character--the one that made those hard days a little easier.
"Aunt Nova!!!" i called out, bright smile painted across my face. Her shiny gorgeous blond hair flowed flawlessly, complimenting her pale grey eyes. "Morning Miri," she answered, her comforting voice vibrating throughout my soul. "Breakfast's on the table--i'll be back around five."
I dang near imploded out of excitement, i hurriedly ate breakfast and began to prepare my plan. If i had to recall Imaginary writer from start to finish i couldve rewritten the whole book again.
Like lightning, I rushed upstairs and took out a notebook to start. In the book, the plot begins when Miranne finds out she could use magic--this is shocking since in their world element manipulation was most common, genuine magic was something special. I wrote down this part as #1 on my list since i couldn't start the others before that one. Now, Secondly, I needed to assemble a team to avenge my dead parents etc etc nobody likes Miranne's parents their characters were boring as hellllllll
But basically they died due to Ran, this crazy warlord who goes around destroying nations and Borrauck, the one I was currently in would be next. And lastly, I needed to make sure I wasn't going to get that crappy ending.