Bubble

by Devon Pan

Cold and empty. Two feelings. Do you feel them? Do you have them inside of you? Always? Do you feel lonely? Do you think someone will help you? In the past I thought that too until my bubble bursted. (Boy x boy) trigger alert: selfharm, suicide thoughts, character death?

The World turns... without a break, on and on. She turns no matter what happens. You can't stop her. No matter what you do... she will just go on. You just can't stop her. The world is without feelings, cold. I'm going on, following the corridor while goosebumps on my arms are my only companion. It's so cold! My thoughts are turning, exactly like the world, it will not stop and it's exactly as cold. I feel empty, empty and cold. And while others live in a bubble and don't notice that you can't stop the world from turning. I'm following this corridor while I'm feeling cold and my thoughts are turning as senseless as the world does. It's unstoppable and will always be like this. I will stand here as the only one who isn't in a bubble. Maybe there are others like me, different people who are outsiders without a bubble around. But I just can't see them and that makes me lonely. Lonely in a cold corridor. Why do I feel like this? To say the truth... I don't know. Within me is only this emptiness, this cruel emptiness, that keeps me from living normal and making me wish to stop this world from turning... that the time will stop and we will freeze forever. I would stay in this corridor but it wouldn't matter. I'm always alone and this emptiness will always be with me. It doens't make a difference and thats why I'm going on. I follow this corridor. I pretend everything is allright, everything is normal. It's the truth in a weird way because no one knows what's normal for me. And that's why I'm standing in this corridor while the emptiness is trying to strangle me and lets me suffocate. I gave up on help a long while ago. The people that live in those bubbles can't hear me while I'm walking in this place. I speed up my steps. It is cold. And the world is silent, Bubbles are soundproof.

And while I'm walking in this corridor, I can only hope for one thing. That there's someone out there whose bubble doesn't have a milky white colour that blocks you from looking through. I hope that someone can actually see me, while I'm walking down this corridor and feeling empty.

Hello guys,

Maybe someone knows me from the german site with my nickname Devon Pan.

I decided to translate some of my fanfictions.

And I hope my english isn't as bad as I think it is.

If I make major mistakes please tell me!

Hope you enjoyed it!