chapter 1. "Where am I?"

Inside the dark room, loud clicking could be heard. click click. But the voice didn't stopped there. The young boy sitting in front of the computer screen cussed loudly and threw the headsets he wore on to his bed and let out a very tired sigh.

He moved from his desk stretched a bit then wore his shoes that were thrown under his bed without turning the light on. After that he snatched the keys and went outside. He yawned as he saw its nearly dawn and thought he should go out for a walk. He ran around his neighborhood and strode toward convenience store, he picked out some microwable take out.

Since his parents passed away three years ago in an accident, the meal he had were usually take outs but sometime when he had time, he would definitely make something healthy for himself and today was not that time. His parents weren't awesomely rich but they still had fortune left for their only son. fortunately for him few part time jobs in neighborhood, got him through the first year of loneliness and absence of his parents.

He slowly picked up the pieces of himself and became a capable person. Except for school some friends to hang out with and his part time job he began to write when he was sixteen. He had passion of telling story to others and he launched the first volume of his carefully thought out series. it was well appreciated and soon became a pretty hit bestseller. After earning money through writing he soon quit his part time job, and tried to write more. He was full of passion, many words were stuck inside his mind that he wanted to tell the world.

But soon black spots appear after he released seventh volume some people left bad reviews and mean words to him. he thought it wouldn't hurt him but he was seventeen not some mature artist who's been through lots in their life, he was just a kid trying to live after he lost his parents. The seventh volume was also a hit. But the mean reviews stuck onto his head until, one day some crazy fan stalked him to his school and nearly stabbed him. He was a handsome teenager many girls in the school confessed to him but he turned them down. He believed that you should only date people who you love not just some random asking you out because you look good.

And one of those rejected girl told the stalker his exact location and schedule as they were classmates. Since he was popular as in social media and as a young aspiring author he always went straight to home after his school as people recognised him. Leading stalker to not get any chance to confront him, so the only place where he can confront him was schools restroom.

He nearly died as the stranger lunged at him, knife in his hands. fortunately, he was athletic and dodged the hit. He shouted for help and soon the teachers arrived. He was safe but the whole ordeal shook him a lot.

Soon he fell into spiral of overthinking, he went home and laid down on his sofa as he looked at the reviews of his book. The police found that stalker was the one who wrote shit about his book, because he doesn't like the way some character turned out to be.

'If you don't wanna read, then just don't. Get the fuck out of my book. i already put the tags their, if you can't digest it. there are many other books who you can like just go and read them. you don't have to take extreme measures as this' thought the boy as he kept looking at negative reviews.

Soon he release his eighth volume and reviews got worse as rumours about him getting stalked were prevelant in his fandom some people did show sympathy but many were just cold hearted b*stards enjoying the scene as it unfolded.

And many also left reviews how the story flow got worse in this volume. It was true as exams were near, he also had to study and the constant tension of him nearly dying also kind of hinged his writing. He was seventeen, he took those bad reviews into consideration because many told him to litsen and improve according to negative reviews. But in this case it came out totally opposite. He already written the outline for his next and the tenth the last volume.

But he scratched that and wrote according to the reviews, (sometimes you just have to ignore those negative point of views) and it got worse it was the first time he got such bad reviews at first he thought that everything would be alright.

But he again changed the ending and wrote , and it basically became the case of a good story, with good pacing having a disastrously bad ending.

He began to overthink and soon fell into doubting his ability of writing, now eighteen going to school and playing computer games. Cussing rudely to strangers. while he still maintain physical fitness. It was the least minimum he did to be healthy.

He arrived at home and looked at the first rays of sunlight and closed his eyes. it felt nice the cool breeze rustling through his hairs. He took a deep breath and stretched his arms out, took out the keys and opened the door.

He removed his shoes put it under the rack and began to microwave his food it was now six in the morning. he pulled an all nighter playing games and now was feeling a little sleepy he thought that running would erase his drowsiness but did the opposite. After having breakfast he put on an alarm for eight o clock as school begun in nine.

And slept as soon he closed his eyes and felt relaxed. A sweet yet sharp pain that was dulled downed to extreme went throughout his chest he was in pain but also was in not. And kept sleeping untill.

The alarm went off, not just buzzing but screeching for the past half an hour for its owner to awake and stop it but the owner slept quitly and peacefully.

Soon the owner opened his eyes abruptly, and dashed toward his alarm clock and stopped it no he didn't stopped it. he was half awake, alarm fell and stopped buzzing altogether. 'Shit' he cussed.

And felt that something was off today he moved toward his room's window and still felt something was very off. He didn't realised it as he was half asleep.

He undraw the curtains, the rays of light fell through and his bluish emerald eyes shook onto the view. As he held his breathe astonished as all the sleep literally died. He looked outside and cussed.

"fuck, where the bloody hell am I ?."