#1 [Que Sera Sera]
This is a story regarding a boy, who currently lives in a derelict and ramshackle city, which is surrounded by a lifeless city, while being surrounded by a lifeless aura.
“Is this the end?” The boy thought, while lying on the cold hard ground, gazing up to the grayish, clear sky. The sun rays that engulfed the city from nine to five, which is the only reason that the boy wanted, eager to believe that he is not alone dim as his timepiece ticked incessantly, ticking away his remaining seconds, minutes, or even years.
Walking along an alley covered with dried trees at both sides, he can still hear the rhythmic reverberance caused by the sea breeze that made its way in and out the broken windows of the radio building he just stayed. Snapping fingers along with the rhythm, humming unknown songs has always been his habit.
Walking along the endless, hopeless alley, the boy raised his head, trying to look through the vast sky, hoping to find a piece of blue and even luckier, maybe little stars.
*Poof* The boy tripped on a barnacle, which holds tenaciously on a random piece of log lying on the alley.
Despite the fact that the boy has always been alone, adventuring in this unknown realm, the introvert seeks pleasure and serenity by drawing picturesque scenes with sharpened small charcoal blocks, he cherished them like his own son.
Accompanying the fall, a notebook filled with scratches on the cover but clean on the inside fell from the boy’s charred, dirty palms. Pages turned as the boy was falling, the contents were harmonious pieces of art, full of energy diaries and thoughts about the realm his living in.
Life sure is wonderful for the boy, but everything turned upside down when that day comes.
My plan should have been flawless.
The notebook stays stationary on the ground while having the last few pages being turned.
Unknown doodles, scribbles, crooked writings and et cetera……
Then the last page comes.
Written in blood, it says:
“kiLL mE.”
The boy reached out his hands and squeezed the squirrel in front of him firmly, savouring drips of blood through his tongue, and let out a pleased, psychopathic laugh.
[End]