✓ PLOT TWIST| JAKE

1-So I write

The doctors said that I suffer from Apraxia. It is a general term referring to brain damage that impairs a person’s motor skills, and it can affect any part of the body. Always affecting my skills that affects my ability to form the sounds of speech correctly, even when they know which words they want to say.

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It's just past 4 pm now and I'm on my way to my special place. It's only a few blocks away from our house.

Many other children and teenagers ahead and
behind me were walking down the path to the
old hallway, everyone with a different walking speed, but no one had the usual serenity one would usually use. I sighed at the view, unknowingly slowing my pace.

I get there and climb the stairs to the roof. Sitting on the edge and putting in my iPod with my favorite playlist. Witch consists of a huge number of songs of kpop along with Adelle ones and Legend's.

I grabbed my phone and started to write.

It's what I always to. I write away my feelings. It's all I can do. I usually write fictions, I started writing an enhypen fiction, I still don't know how I'm going to end it, but guess that will be coming when the time comes.

Writing was the only thing that I feel free to do.

It was eclectic, vibrant, and all mine. I had the freedom to create entire worlds and populate them with characters, creating conflicts only to solve them in my own surprising ways. For my happiness was my fanfictions or my shirt poems.

I didn't care about the world, I keep myself isolated from the world in my room working on my phone or laptop trapped between four walls.

No freinds no boyfriends no relationship.

Maybe I was a beautiful person, not in looks, though I was pretty enough. It was like God had planted a seed of perfect caring in my soul and it was ripping her apart as it grew.

The pain built inside me until anxiety took me prisoner. How was she to change what I saw?

What was the good of enlightenment if there was no way to make a difference? Volcanic frustration balled inside me, only exploding around those I felt safest with.

My only talent was to write, create fiction; I wanted to take that seed of understanding and cast it far away. What was the point in seeing, feeling the pain of people in disparate parts of the globe? Why it is the point feeling my own pain and not describing it? At least doing it was the only thing that can make it go away.

I was the least popular of my classmates, but I had found more happiness than any of them.

While they pursued glory I worked quietly on my own. While they would only consider the finest looking men she sought the one with the kindest heart.

If it took ten or twenty years of practice I was willing to put in the time, how else could I tell the emotions that dwelt in my heart?

I write until the time and it's past 7pm already so I pack my phone and head down the stairs. I keep my iPod in and listen to some songs as I walk back to my house.

My house but not my home.

I don't feel like it's home anymore.

And I thank no one in my place will. Who would with parents fighting day and night? Screams and yells filling the house all day along except the time when they are working? I wonder sometimes if had any sibling? Would it be the same?

The only thing that I do that house is trap myself in my room, and try to focus in my imagination along with my fictions charachters.

I write for myself to not get lost, sometimes to get out from the depressive mood I was living with my parents. Reading people's comments and voted makes me happy all the time. Sometimes I don't understand how stranger people paint a smile on my face while the none strangers make it dispear. I really love my readers.

Either way, that's all I do. I write.

A/N:

This a new ffc, it will be sperated to wattpad chapters or like "your screen on wattpad" and also chapters describing your life. Hope you will love whoever you are!

And love you guys!