Mr. Loverman

Chapter 1: Peculiar Glimpse

Hello readers;} I am so genuinely glad to publish the first chapter for this book! As promised, i edited it and it really did took a lot of time to finish this book. I hope you enjoy this beginning and continue to read it, thank you for waiting patiently and for reading my work! Have a nice day:}

As I woke up, I can feel the warmth of the sun touching my skin, the wind blowing from the curtains, leaving my room mellow. The nostalgic feeling of a cozy morning and drinking coffee invites me to a different journey.

I take a deep breathe, "Another freaki'n day" I groan

I make my bed before leaving my room, proceeding at the kitchen to eat breakfast. Whilst I was eating, I caught myself dumbfounded by remembering what my dream was, for that's how I keep myself entertained every morning to keep me away from the idea that this day is going to be the exact same day that happened yesterday. I'm tired of it, really.

The second that I slowly recall my dream, I repeat it in my head, for I loved it.

I can remember that I was happily enjoying myself, no doubts of who I am. Just treasuring a moment with someone who I can't clearly picture, we were happy, together, it felt so real that I almost never wanted to wake up, I have never felt something like that before. It is now indeed driving me insane.

"ugh, as if someone's happy to see my existence" I groan, rolling my eyes.

I am completely aware that I am not just a usual teenager, instead I am a different one. I don't see why some people are happy that they existed in this world, this reality sucks. I am not happy with my existence, it's obviously clear to see why.

You see, I don't get out much. Honestly, I don't really get out anymore. I just hate being around people, they're all.....odd. for me. Well, i am pretty sure god knows what I do with my life, I'm used to being alone, for the people I've known back when I was young was really comfortable at shutting me out, it seemed like they do it as usual. They mostly tell me things of how boring i am, and how they don't like me. I don't know why, I just get along with it. Maybe that's why I see life differently.

I look at the clock, checking what time, just to annoy myself. Knowing that there's more hours 'till night time leads me to annoyance. I've always hated daytime, it's so bright and hot. On the other hand, night time is what I mostly adore. It's dark and cold, and also quiet. Darkness is where I find comfort, some people think it's weird but it's really not, it's actually comfy.

I stand up, immediately washing the plates I used. As usual, I go back to my room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, with my mind blank.

"back in here again" I sigh.

I lie down, trying to sink in my bed as my thoughts sink in. I try to keep my mind distracted from the fact that I'm going to stay in this room for the whole day.

I trace my fingers on my blanket, trying not to bore myself. Why am I so boring? What's so lame about me? Why does it feel like nothing is fun anymore? Sudden thoughts linger through my mind.

I have a whole day to decide what to do for once in my life, maybe get out of my room?

I roam around the house, eat, roam, and eat again.....this stuff keeps going on.

"Fucking lame!" I exclaim, completely done with this boringness.

Suddenly I noticed aunt Rebecca's plants in the garden, of course, I'd do anything just not to be bored at this point.

"well, that took a turn" I say, with a little smirk.

Watering the plants was a great idea, not until I saw people outside. I always seem to look at them with my emotionless face, I don't mean to be rude, just really see them like they're all....odd.