Just A Dream?

Dylan woke up from a dream he patted himself he then calmed downed and laid back down in his bed, Dylan suffers from depression so it's normal for him to dream about another life/ or place away from his family.

"so it was just another dream, huh well time for another day of school then 'sigh' "

Dylan doesn't live in a fantasy world so Bella and Elizabeth are fake. Dylan gets ready for school and walks to school when Dylan gets to school and eats his breakfast at a table in the corner.

"tsk, my dad doesn't want to buy me the new phone coming up this month; why should my life be this miserable!" shouted a young girl sitting in a school cafeteria towards what seems like her friend.

hearing her complaints, I had an internal chuckle

'hehe! miserable is s compelling word to use for a mere phone'

well, it's normal for some people to feel awful for not owning materialistic things like expensve clothes, phones, or cars, after all, everyone has their own expectations and standards; the word miserable can mean something totally different between different people.

somebody can feel humiliated for having outdated things in the first place

I guess in her place misery was expressed by not having what she desired; for me, grief is my existence itself, but a question might cross your mind reading my philosophy, why would this poor kid have such a negative view about life?

(this refers to the mc)

and this question is easy to answer

my name is Dí lún but that isn't significant enough to be mentioned; however, my circumstances are relatively interesting, to say the least; I am a teenager from city (XXX), smart, average height and a normal frame, living in arguably the worst neighborhood in the whole city.

it seems like a recipe for disaster already right? but that mot even the start, the parents as the primary pillar for raising a child, especially in such a rough environment for me, wasn't exactly all that, in a matter of fact, I might say they did the opposite.

An alcoholic, abusive father, and a cheating, coldhearted stepmother that treated me like garbage, was all the food I had on my plate, but this delicious meal didn't fill my belly; instead, it fills my body and mind with bruises and external bleeding; hitting me was the way, my drunk dad emptied his sorrow from losing his job, while my stepmother traumatized me from the human trust.

I often wondered how can she casually say in a smiley face I love you but at the same time fool your own words.

still, after my father exited to the bar, another man enters the house;

moving on, my school was predictably terrible; smoking, drugs, and fighting was normal and contrary to what you might think about me; I wasn't the quiet kid in the back of the class, but I wasn't an overly important student either.

Faking my personality was my greatest skill; a lackey I was and a lackey I will always be, thus getting the protection I needed at the expense of lowering my head.

nevertheless, my unsatisfactory with my life didn't come from my situation, either than the abyssal emptiness residing deeply inside my soul, comprising my ability to express or feel human emotion.

still, an idea I've had changed everything, what happened after death. I've thought about this topic for a long time. with each day passing, death seems more and more appealing, till my unsaturated curiosity turned to an obsession, making me seriously think about finding out ahead of time.

a lot of people knew that something was wrong with me, but nobody could say anything; at my scho1ol my grades in every subject were perfect; with my friends, no one could mock my passion because I always showed more interest in ordinary things, in-home, I exposed my stepmother resulting in a horrible incident, as my father killed them, and suicided shortly after.

"finally is the day I commit suicide" I muttered under my breathe.

I walked to the trash through my breakfast in it, after all, I am not going to need it I hurriedly walked back to class ten minutes before everyone else I took out a razor and slit my wrist I watched as my blood dripped slowly down my hand I then proceed to walk to the whiteboard and started writing my suicide note it wasn't much but hey what do you expect I finally finished and then proceeded to walk to the back of the classroom where the window was located and opened it the breeze was relaxing I climbed and set on the edge facing the classroom door that would open

' 30... 29... 28...-'

suddenly the door opened and Luna walked in

' Oh, it's the mysterious quiet girl'

" h-hey, what are you doing"

she then proceeds to turn her head 90 degrees to the right and sees his suicide letter written in blood.

"hmm, wait Dí lún" she then runs over as fast as she can and grabs Dí lún by the collar of his school uniform and pulls him into an embrace

"tell me why, why didn't you tell me I know we hardly talked but after reading what that says why are you holding your emotions in"

'see this is what I'm talking about I don't understand human emotions, and 3... 2... 1'

pushes luna back and she lands near a desk holding her balance because of the sudden push Dí lún then waits for his class to read his message

" hey you listen here motherf*cker don't you dare fall I'm not going to be in trouble for this scheme, Derick get him

Derick with his athletic body listens to his boss Ashton and dashes to Dylan or Dí lún which one you either prefer and snatches his wrists, Dylan relaxes and falls down towards the pavement which is a three-story fall, Derick started losing his footing and starts going with him Derick out of panic let go

"fuck sake Derick! were in serious trouble now how are we getting out of this"

"uh, the suicide letter is still on the whiteboard we can say he jumped?"

Dylan on the way down started thinking that maybe in the next life he will be loved

but suddenly a white flash erupted and invaded everyone's vision in that classroom and was teleported somewhere.