As I incessantly stared at the unknown beautiful shade, one thing came to my mind. Ever since I was a child, I had an obsession with painting. I experimented and played with multiple colors. Each color represented a person, their identity and personality. I had unconsciously built up a world where I can be anything I dream of.
Then I came back to my senses. What a shame! I'm not alive anymore, at least not on Earth. This endless nightmare has engulfed me in its cold embrace.
Will I be able to escape?
Will I be able to go back?
I know I'm not alive anymore, but it doesn't hurt to be delusional. After all, it's all in the past. If I'm dreaming, I can't wake up. If its reality, I want to dream.
Suddenly, something flashed. I can't exactly say what did, but something flashed. My eyes shut immediately and I felt drowsy.
A faint voice started ringing in my ears.
"...oy. Joy... Joy... Joy! Joy!" -it was my mother's voice. It started out as a faint voice ringing in my ears but then it grew louder and the cacophony kicked in. I didn't bother waking up or opening my eyes to see what story unfolds in front of me. I knew it was going to be the dark shade and the void enveloping it.
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A Page of Gloom
Short StoryTRIGGER WARNING: This story contains sensitive content such as anxiety, depression, suicide, etc. which some may find disturbing. This short story collection revolves around the minds of youngsters and how they cope with negative emotions.
