Hardships, chapter 1
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mindcrackloveHey! Look! It's a unicorn! No, wait, that's me... I'm not a unicorn. But my motivation to write has felt almost as rare as one. Anywho! I have a thing now! This part is kinda short, but it's a thing. Hope y'all enyoy it! (And no, Luke, you can not use my word. I put a restraining order out to keep you away from them :P)
Note: there are feels. Not the worst ever by a long shot. But they can induce a mild degree of sadness depending on how sensitive you are to sadness.
Note 2: this is a thing I was just trying out: dialogue driven writing! So, if this way of writing is hard to read or just sucks in general, tell me! I might acknowledge you, I might not, but I probably will because I like criticism that isn't my own (because if it were up to me, I'd probably never post anything because I hate looking at my own writing)
Rambling aside, now to the story! 742 words of... Stuff! Read it, hopefully enyoy it, comment if you have improvements for me or just want to say whatever. Boop!
“Pause, I- I’m sorry, but I just can’t do this.”
“But… B- I thought…”
“Don’t blame yourself, Pause. It… just wasn’t going to work out.”
A door slam. The shutting of his heart. Shattered with the impact. But does anyone really just give it up or let the shards go?
“Beef?”
The grasp for familiar and safe and happy goes on.
~
“Pyro?”
“Here, sir.”
“Thank you. Now, class, please pass in your assignments from last night. Those of you who have questions, now is the time to ask.”
“...”
“No one? Very well. Pass the assignment up.”
Rustling papers. The general mass confusion of a classroom as paper after paper passes through the hands of each student.
“Thank you, Pyro.”
“You’re welcome, professor Baj”
The mass hysteria never can bring anything good of it. Something awry always.
“Hmm… Pyro? Please come over here, Pyro.”
“What’s wrong, professor?”
“What exactly is this?”
“Uh… I- well... “
“Pyro, you realize this sort of thing is unacceptable, yes?”
“Yes, professor… But-”
“Pyro, please, this drawing makes your desires obvious… Something I never thought I’d need to say in my time of teaching… But, regardless, discontinue such foolish actions or else I will have to report it to the headmaster.”
“Yessir... “
He fled the classroom. Tears streamed from his eyes, his face fiery red as he thought about how much of an idiot he was. He’d known it wouldn’t ever become a reality. He sprinted blindly through the hallways, hoping to find himself in a place where judging eyes could no longer reach him. The flaws and the anger never leave, no matter how much you run.
~
“You know what, Nebris!? I don’t care what you think! You can leave if you hate what I’ve worked on for almost a year now and don’t even care! Get your bags and get out!”
“Someone who doesn’t even care!? I’ve been the most supportive person I could be every day as you worked on that stupid project and now that I say one thing about how stupid the idea was from the start, you want me gone!? Well, you got it!”
MC sat in the middle of thei- it was his now, he remembered. Nebris was gone. He picked up a little plastic Link figurine and looked at it sadly, thinking
Was it really worth it?
~
"Anderz, I'm sorry to say, but you are failing out of my class and if your trend on tests continues, after the next test you will fail out of this class."
"But I've been trying so hard! I- can't I do something? Extra assignments? An essay on the last unit?"
"Anderz, I'm sorry, but I've given you too many chances as it is. Find some way to get the grade or else you will not have this class any longer."
"Fucking hell! I've worked my ass off this semester, and NOTHING! I can't fail... I can't go back home..."
Failure isn't the end, isn't it? But there's never a time when it doesn't feel like it is.
~
"Vechs, the roads are really icy tonight. Should we really be out driving?"
"Come on, Pigderp. There's no one out on the roads right now. And it's not like we have any food for tomorrow, so what other opportunity are we going to have between classes and quality time to go grab stuff from the store?"
"Fine... Let's make it quick then."
"Yay! Thank you, Zisteau~"
Pain from the most inconsequential things... What are thought to be inconsequential can make everything change.
"Alright, so we need cake mix for the party at the end of the semest- Zisteau!"
The sickening crunch of the driver side door echoed through the night, and the tires screeching on the icy roads and airbags deploying followed seconds later.
The half conscious Vechs turned to look at the remains of the driver side of the car, eyes welling up with horror as he saw the one he cared about most battered and broken among the debris of the metal box that they had survived in.
"ZISTEAU!"
~
Guilt at something you can't control. Anger and sadness and shattered lives after the days that had been the best ones. Humiliation and dread at the hands of those that were supposed to be trusted. Simple mistakes turned drastically terrible.
What can one do when fate plays you like a puppet, making every second worse, each word spoken more painful.
How will you survive the break?
Note: there are feels. Not the worst ever by a long shot. But they can induce a mild degree of sadness depending on how sensitive you are to sadness.
Note 2: this is a thing I was just trying out: dialogue driven writing! So, if this way of writing is hard to read or just sucks in general, tell me! I might acknowledge you, I might not, but I probably will because I like criticism that isn't my own (because if it were up to me, I'd probably never post anything because I hate looking at my own writing)
Rambling aside, now to the story! 742 words of... Stuff! Read it, hopefully enyoy it, comment if you have improvements for me or just want to say whatever. Boop!
“Pause, I- I’m sorry, but I just can’t do this.”
“But… B- I thought…”
“Don’t blame yourself, Pause. It… just wasn’t going to work out.”
A door slam. The shutting of his heart. Shattered with the impact. But does anyone really just give it up or let the shards go?
“Beef?”
The grasp for familiar and safe and happy goes on.
~
“Pyro?”
“Here, sir.”
“Thank you. Now, class, please pass in your assignments from last night. Those of you who have questions, now is the time to ask.”
“...”
“No one? Very well. Pass the assignment up.”
Rustling papers. The general mass confusion of a classroom as paper after paper passes through the hands of each student.
“Thank you, Pyro.”
“You’re welcome, professor Baj”
The mass hysteria never can bring anything good of it. Something awry always.
“Hmm… Pyro? Please come over here, Pyro.”
“What’s wrong, professor?”
“What exactly is this?”
“Uh… I- well... “
“Pyro, you realize this sort of thing is unacceptable, yes?”
“Yes, professor… But-”
“Pyro, please, this drawing makes your desires obvious… Something I never thought I’d need to say in my time of teaching… But, regardless, discontinue such foolish actions or else I will have to report it to the headmaster.”
“Yessir... “
He fled the classroom. Tears streamed from his eyes, his face fiery red as he thought about how much of an idiot he was. He’d known it wouldn’t ever become a reality. He sprinted blindly through the hallways, hoping to find himself in a place where judging eyes could no longer reach him. The flaws and the anger never leave, no matter how much you run.
~
“You know what, Nebris!? I don’t care what you think! You can leave if you hate what I’ve worked on for almost a year now and don’t even care! Get your bags and get out!”
“Someone who doesn’t even care!? I’ve been the most supportive person I could be every day as you worked on that stupid project and now that I say one thing about how stupid the idea was from the start, you want me gone!? Well, you got it!”
MC sat in the middle of thei- it was his now, he remembered. Nebris was gone. He picked up a little plastic Link figurine and looked at it sadly, thinking
Was it really worth it?
~
"Anderz, I'm sorry to say, but you are failing out of my class and if your trend on tests continues, after the next test you will fail out of this class."
"But I've been trying so hard! I- can't I do something? Extra assignments? An essay on the last unit?"
"Anderz, I'm sorry, but I've given you too many chances as it is. Find some way to get the grade or else you will not have this class any longer."
"Fucking hell! I've worked my ass off this semester, and NOTHING! I can't fail... I can't go back home..."
Failure isn't the end, isn't it? But there's never a time when it doesn't feel like it is.
~
"Vechs, the roads are really icy tonight. Should we really be out driving?"
"Come on, Pigderp. There's no one out on the roads right now. And it's not like we have any food for tomorrow, so what other opportunity are we going to have between classes and quality time to go grab stuff from the store?"
"Fine... Let's make it quick then."
"Yay! Thank you, Zisteau~"
Pain from the most inconsequential things... What are thought to be inconsequential can make everything change.
"Alright, so we need cake mix for the party at the end of the semest- Zisteau!"
The sickening crunch of the driver side door echoed through the night, and the tires screeching on the icy roads and airbags deploying followed seconds later.
The half conscious Vechs turned to look at the remains of the driver side of the car, eyes welling up with horror as he saw the one he cared about most battered and broken among the debris of the metal box that they had survived in.
"ZISTEAU!"
~
Guilt at something you can't control. Anger and sadness and shattered lives after the days that had been the best ones. Humiliation and dread at the hands of those that were supposed to be trusted. Simple mistakes turned drastically terrible.
What can one do when fate plays you like a puppet, making every second worse, each word spoken more painful.
How will you survive the break?
