Misolsh

Pain can be intolerable, it can be unbearable, it can make you silent forever. For high schooler Jun Miles, pain was something he got numb to. For him, his life was nothing but something he just had to get through untill death called upon him. 
But when he changed schools, he met a group of people who changed his life. 
And then the question stood, does Jun Miles live to feel alive or live to die.

Life untill death...or so i thought.

I'm in the dark and the only thing I can see is a bright light that's beaming miles away.


My legs are frozen in place. They are extremely weighty. It's completely dark when I turn to see. Ihave no idea where I am. My hands are heavy as well when I move them.


I can hear footsteps approaching closer and closer while I make every effort to move.


I'm frightened of what lies ahead. My tears are streaming down my cheeks, and my heart is racing.


I want to scream and shout for help, but I'm afraid they'll hear me and find me. However, they already know where I am since I can hear their feet approaching.


I'm trembling. The only sound I can hear is the footsteps getting closer and closer. I'm so helpless that I can just sit here and cry.


My hands and legs are frozen in place. They are so heavy that I can feel the pain and torture without anyone around me.


And as I strain to move in order to run, I hear the sound of footsteps cease. I then quit. I clutch my breath as I tremble in fear of what is ahead.


I suddenly regain control of my hands and legs. They have the impression of having just emerged from a jelly pool. I gather myself, stand up, and begin to run. I run, trip, and then get back up. And I can't stop crying.


My level of fear, rage, and grief is at its highest.


I hear the footsteps again as I'm running, but this time they're faster and running. It's attempting to grab me.


I keep moving forward while running. I make a beeline towards the bright light. Although I'm jogging, I can't see the finish line. As I move, the light increases until I am close to a cliff's brink.


Yes, I am standing on a cliff's edge. The footsteps then quit making a sound. It is nearby. Whatever it is, it is close by.


I have no choice but to jump as it gets closer.


And I jump off while holding my breath.


I sobbing, sweating and panting when I opened my eyes. I can feel myself trembling but I know I'm in my bed. The same familiar horror struck again. It's the same old nightmare.


It's a nightmare from which I can never wake up. The constant nightmare that steals a portion of my existence.


I then realize that today is my new school's first day of classes.


chapter 2. Fear