The 'Dark-Side'

Before we ride this crazy and wild roller coaster; about my story (An adventure… kind of... that messes up my life. Not entirely, but it’s still messed up), let's get into the 'boring' part first, which is a little bit about myself. Hopefully, you wouldn’t sleep throughout this.

Hi, my name is Allen. Pleasure to meet you. Allen who, you might asked? Well, just plain, nothing-special 'Allen', you could say. But I'm not completely 'nothing-special'. I'm different, in a lot of ways. You'll know it when we get into the story. I'm a teenager. And of course, I still have to study in school, which is something I don’t like, and most probably every students as well. I'm interested in animating and drawing, but my school doesn’t provide any educations on either of the subjects, so I don't have any experience or education in animating at all, but there's a lot of websites which really helped me to learn. My father doesn't agree with my interest. He said it's a waste of time, useless, worry about your future more... blah blah blah... But that's not what I thought; what I knew. I mean, why do you even do something you don't even have interest in? Well, in the end, I've been forced by my father to go to a different school, where studying is more important than learning all the ‘crap’. I'm kind of appreciate him sending me off, that way I still can learn animating and drawing without his own realisation.(Thanks, Dad!)

Back to my interests! The world; the nature itself is amazingly beautiful. Probably from my point of view. I mean, seriously, have you ever watch the sun setting? The colours are extraordinary. I don’t care whether they called this as ‘natural’, this is something I couldn’t just imagine. That's why I like to draw. I draw what I imagined and what I remembered. For me, life isn't just about moving forward. You have to stop and look around you, but still moving forward, or else it'll be a waste of time, even though you're moving forward.(You get what I mean? Or do I have to ‘simplify’ this?) That's what almost every people do. They keep on moving forward, and maybe achieved something great, but what's the point of it when you're dead and nobody is going to your funeral, and cried for your gone? It's meaningless.

Oops, that's totally out of topic(Sorry!). Let's get back to me. I'm not very good at social, from what my parents always say. More exactly, I'm not a social person. Why do I have to walk out into a poisonous and dangerous world, instead of staying in a comfortable and warm house I called as ‘paradise’? Well, I'm not entirely alone. I do have friends, but I don't consider them as true friends. Basically, they're my “boredom extinguisher”. To me, the world is destroyed; wretched; waiting for a nuclear bomb to break it apart or something from outer space to crash down and break it apart. What I see isn’t the ‘peace’ yet, it's still in the history. I mean, look at what we've done. Earth is sick and we, humans, are still causing more damage to it. From my research(Or observation), apparently, we only realise the importance of something until we lose it. And that's not what I want to be. That's why I hate people around me, 'cause I know what an asshole they are. Even if they’re being nice to me and not acting as an asshole, I know that deep down, there’s a part of them wanted to screw the world up. I swear to myself that I will never, ever be like them. Even if I'm the only person that realises this, the world will still end the way it should be. I'm just a tiny ant without a bomb that can change the world. If it dies, let it be. I don’t want to be a part of it.

Why am I like this? ...It’s better I keep it as a secret. You’ll probably will know it in the story. I said ‘probably’. So don’t come knocking at my door, asking me about it. Because I don’t want to remember that memory. The memory is still with me; stuck with me; clinging on my soul. So be it. Just… let me live with the memory and get yourself out of my memory. I don’t want anyone to be part of it, okay?

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Look, I’m sorry I have to be this rude. I couldn’t help it. It’s a part of me already. I don’t want anyone to take it away from, now do I? Just… don’t touch whatever isn’t yours without any permission.

Enough with this talk, let's get on this mad ride into my story, shall we?