Life of an introvert Chap 1

A Story by JZ

Once, in this modern 21st century, lived a boy whose life was decided on that moment. His life was nothing but ashes, ashes of pain, ashes of chain. Just like that his life went as smoke.

In this world, life is precious. But what makes someone to be despair, hopeless and sad in life? There was this boy who was born just like that. He was an introvert, unable to communicate to people well. Unable to enjoy small chats. Unable to make friends. He was living like this till 15years old. His 15 years of pain, torture in the dark room where not a shred of light can be found. On the 15th years of his life, he snapped. He couldn't take the pain, the silence that he endured. He could no longer endure and tolerate, his tolerance is at maximum. Just like that, all his feelings and emotions flushed out of his body. Flushing and flushing. What was left was just a empty hollow vessel. A vessel that is meant for life to take place but was instead filled with pure pain. He felt so pain. So hopeless. So despair. All his friends are not indeed friends. He realised that truth since young. He tried to change it but to no avail. He had no natural aptitude of magnetism. He couldn't attract anyone. He was nothing but an empty vessel. No one would be attracted to him. No one would be a partner to talk to him. No one, except himself. He was neglected. But he asked himself " what could i do? I was born this way, so let it be". So, he let it be but with a determination. He planted a seed within himself. He wanted to be the most happiness man in the world regardless of those apathetic friends. He wanted to live life to the fullest. The seed grew day by day. But everyday was still black. The seed of hope did not grew. Instead the seed of pain grew. It grew day by day. Watching his friends gathering at a corner, laughing so happily. He couldn't help but feel jealous. He was envious. He wanted that. Yes, some say to go initiate a talk with them. But didn't he tried? He tried so much and yet there was no effect. He was like a piece of tissue paper, can be used and thrown away. When he started to stop joining them, their life still did not change. This was then he realised. He was just being used. He was just a fool. He couldn't be like the friend, who could attract people to talk to him. He couldn't be anyone but himself. This made him feel extreme sadness. But what could he do? He could only continue on with his life. He could have ended his life but he couldn't. He knew he could not be so foolish. Society was shaped like this. Only the greatest survive. It never changes since the ancient time. This hidden rule of the society existed. Then he thought, " so what if i don't have friends? As long as i can make myself happy through my various great dreams, i can be happy. I can be more happy than them." He couldn't help but hypnotise himself like this. One of his dream was to travel around the world. Sound exciting isn't it? Yes, this was the force that drives him to live. This was the hope he gave himself. And so he begun his life like this. But human relation is too complex and was like a chain that chained him to the ground. He couldn't fly like the bird. He was chained. He was lost. He couldn't escape.

He said" Someone, just someone help me"...

To be continued