John would wake up to his broken alarm and his only light in his bedroom. The windows would rattle painfully like the doors to his heart. The walls of his bedroom were paled. Its paint would be scraped off. As soon as he opened his cracked windows to take in some fresh air, the room would start stinking like mould. Although he could not bear it, there was nothing he could do about it. There was this one closet in his room - he only had one closet. It didn't have any doors to it. Since his room is dirty, there would be a lot of mosquitoes and flies. Those mosquitoes and flies would gather in his closet and cause a huge mess. He would be frustrated every morning, but he calms down because he knows anything can't be done when you're living in a basement. He runs upstairs to see royalty, gold rings, chains, necklaces and earrings made of pure diamonds. He would go to school with his only sweatshirt with holes and without showering because he must only shower during weekends: a rule made by his mom. Kids at school would mock him for his clothes. He would come back home crying, totally pale. His mom would yell at him really badly. She would refuse to give him food because she didn't want to be called by cops; she would feed him dog food. He would go back to bed, having trouble turning his light off. He suffers from sleeplessness because of that. He just hopes his parents would lavish luxury on him as they do on his brother. John was a hated child in a wealthy family.
When John was walking home from school, he accidentally took the wrong way without knowing because he was carried away by crying. When he turned to take a sip of water, he found out that his daily turn was where the tree was nowhere to be found. John was shivering because John had not seen the world even once. This place felt uncomfortable to him. He held his bag out tight and started taking little steps. The dense trees provided shade and, it got pretty dark in there. He moved left and sat on the grass. He got pencils from his bag as protection. He walked with pencils in his hands, a backpack on his back and fear in his brain. Something felt from the back, but he didn't mind.
In a sudden flash, John woke up to a dirty room. The light was hung up and, the door would be creaking in lack of grease. The walls didn't have any paint; it was total cement. There was this stinky smell. His clothes were all scrunched up. He softened it a little and stood up with oil on his face. He rubbed it off, but that just made his sleeves worse. He was tired and didn't feel good. Something popped up on his head. He was shivering and confused about how it could happen in reality. A million thoughts were running through John's mind. He closed his eyes and tried forgetting it and thinking it was in his head, but he could not stop thinking of it. He turned up and read the pop-up, "Forget your bully? Yes or no, no choosing of options in 1 minute will lead to your death." John started breathing heavily. His heart started thumping loudly. John closed his eyes, "Yes. May this reduce some of my problems,"
John woke back up in another room. The furniture was of glossy blue and glossy white. It had an aquarium in that room; fishes floated all in the water. He went into the restroom and found luxury, that was everything he dreamed of. He started taking advantage of it and dressed in his best clothes. He went to school covered all out in luxury. He wore a grand outfit to school and rode in a Limousine. He was having fun. Until someone, he knew before came in. "Hello, loser! Hah! Are you wearing a suit today? Oh, okay. You got it from Goodwill," he chuckled. John replied in rage, "No! That was not from Goodwill. And, you can't tell me what to do. So, move out of my way, loser!" The person was shocked to see John become that bold in one night. Little did he know, John forgot the bully. While walking to his locker, John said, "I swear that feels like someone I know." John had similar incidents like these in just a week.
One Friday night, John went to sleep on his lavish bed. He could not sleep, he just felt like he was teleported to something else. He woke up that same morning feeling like a burden. He opened his eyes and saw his same pale bedroom in front of him. The alarm would not even work this time. He went back to school remembering his bully and a few others he forgot. He would go back to that same routine. He tried reaching out to the media, but they denied it because something like that would not happen in actuality. When he was in school, his bully said, "Remember me?"