People say the being normal is easy, that normality is an achievement not worth celebrating. What if all your life you thought it was normal for everybody to always stay in their room and that you can never come out of your room (unless instructed to)? What if you thought having dreams about your foggy past was the most routine thing you have ever done? This is the day before my end, and you will never see me in this world anymore.

(1st Person Fic)

One-shot fic.