Chapter - 02

After all this running around, I felt tired and exhausted. I stood by a tree, half bent, huffing out loud. They must have lost me by now.

In front of me was an old, spooky, broken abandoned house where nobody lives any more. I looked at the almost ruined front door of that abandoned house. This house is located at the south, a little far from the big tree in the centre of the forest. From the front window of the house at the very south, the large tree can be seen. I found the house last year while I was exploring a bit around, and since then it has become another hiding spot of mine where I take rest.

Oh! You're asking if I had transmigrated or not? The answer is no, I didn't. To be honest, who believes in those fairytales anyway? It was just a stupid thinking of mine. There's no way a person can vanish through the thin air and go to another world, right? It'll break all the law of physics and all, bla bla bla...

The sky started to turn into a deep blue shade by now. After like 15 minutes of running really fast here and there from Robin and his troops, I had turned my way to the forest, since it's so dense and hard to find anyone in it. Well, there's another reason why the 'cowards' didn't enter to this forest. Because they think there's some phantom living in the forest, more specifically in that abandoned house. They believe some rumour saying no one comes back if they enter the abandoned house. They're just a bunch of idiots who likes to play the tough guy role, stupid.

I entered the house and went to my 'spot' (near a broken window from where I can have a clear view to the outside and the large tree) where I usually take rest. I proceed to lie down neatly before brushing out the dust a bit. There's nothing much in this room, only an old dressing table, some broken lamps, and a bed which is completely destroyed by the fractures of the ceiling, two broken windows and a door. Hopefully the door is not that broken as the other stuffs in this room. I closed my eyes and breathe in the dusty and cool air.

Many thoughts started to ran across my mind since I'm having a little 'peaceful' moment. Most of the thoughts are pessimistic, how can it not be, my life sucks. I have no friends, no money to spend, and no suitable aim in life. I really want to be an artist, draw my inner emotions out and bring myself in front of the world. But to my parents, it's useless. They don't want me to be an artist. To be honest, they themselves don't even know what they want from their child any more.

I was born in an unplanned situation. To be frank, they didn't want me to be born at that time. When my parents were in their senior year of high school, they 'accidentally' had me and since then they were in so much pressure and due to that they came to hate me. They think of me as a misfortune, a bad luck to their life. Well, that's what I think. What I see is that they seem to be quite happy with each other. Like they love each other but don't want to love me, their one and only child. Modern parents. If abortion wasn't banned in our country, then they might have done it. I don't care any more. I'm going to endure it until I turn 18, then I'll be on my way to the achievement I want, to the life I want. Thinking about this and that, in a few minutes I found myself in deep slumber…

I woke up as the yellow sprinkle of the sunlight hit my face. 'What? It's supposed to be nighttime or something, right? Did I sleep here all night?' – I thought as I yawned. I've slept for a long time, like 12 hours or something, but still it feels like I've only slept for a couple of hours. My back ached a lot because of the hard floor, and the strangest thing is I didn't feel cold at all despite the cold weather.

I shrugged it off as I began to stretching out for a minute, since it's a daily habit of mine. After a few minutes of stretching, I found my limbs relaxed and ready for the morning. I looked out of the window... I stopped doing stretching as I ran closer to the window with a shocked face...

''What the hell is this?''