Chapter 1: 0001

A Story by Blackstar

A write up based on a sudden idea.

What happens when we imagine? We get ideas. What is an idea?

An idea can be considered something like poison. It can be the trump card that lets you escape reality. The constant torments or the unending sadness, whichever drives you crazy, can be stopped. But everything comes with a price, and it will cost you a fortune.

I have always questioned God’s existence. I believe that believing in God helps us have hope and nothing more than that. What happens tomorrow is what I let happen tomorrow, and I don’t think that is the case. What happens tomorrow is what the creator decides. Who created the world you live in right now?

The God. You are at his mercy. Everything happens because he wants it to take place.

You might think about what I am talking about right now? It’s not clear to me yet, and I still need time to figure out what this revelation or sudden realization means. Do you remember how we write stories and form characters and make plots for them to live in that world?

A writer creates an imaginary world where he gives birth to characters and decides their fate. Doesn’t it feel like something that a God does? A writer who is just a mere human does something Godly. If I am writing this right now, does that mean that the Almighty God wanted me to write this? I am losing my mind. I have become a wreck, and now I just want to escape the mess I have made.

I tried the easiest way but it turns out that in reality, giving up takes guts. I don’t have what it takes to give up. I don’t have what it takes to keep going too. What is my purpose then? Why do I still live this miserable life? I wanted to be a normal person but being normal is so much more difficult nowadays. It feels like I am the outcast.

A saviour is what I need. Can you see what a loser I am that I want to be dependent on someone? But tell me is it too much to ask to have a chance to be happy? People hate naggers like me. I am not angry at them. I don’t like myself too. I am not proud of what I did, but I am not ashamed either. I did what I needed to for my survival.

I made...No; I created a fictional character and gave him a purpose. His name is 0001. I lived in every possible way through him. I made him traumatized like the way I am. He should empathize with me, don’t you think? I wanted him to feel what I felt and gave him unending complications. I am not crazy, I am a survivor.

0001 is my escape. I could breathe and sleep better knowing 0001 is also suffering like me. Little did I know that 0001 would break through…0001 is on the run. I am doomed. 0001 escaped.