Sometimes, when I go to sleep at night, I see things….

I have dreams that I'm in another world…

A world where I have friends….

A world where I'm not bullied…

A world… where I'm popular…

And then I wake up… And I come back to this reality…

Sometimes… I wish I never woke up…

Sometimes… I wish I could just dream forever…

"Where am I…" Lars said, looking around. He was in a room full of white. The floors, the walls and even the ceiling were all encased in a white finish. Sitting at a white table with all white chairs, an old man shuffled through a set of white cards.

"Boy…" The old man in white said. "If you were given a second try at life… but this time you had a power… not a strong power… but you did have a power… would you take that life, or would you rather a life of paradise." He asked.

"Well right now my life is hell. I hate living every day… I want paradise…  I want somewhere I can live in peace." Lars said

"I can grant you that, but while you are in paradise, millions of other people who are weak, who are bullied just like you were, will suffer… are you alright with that?" The man asked.

"No…" Lars answered. "I would rather suffer along with them! Then to live my life carefree! I don't want anyone else to be like me!" He said shaking his head.

"Good choice," The man said, putting his cards down. "Then rise Axel… we have work to do."

"Axel?" Lars asked

"Honey! Oh my gosh he's looking at me, my boy is going to be fine!" A short woman cried.

"What's happening… Why can't I see… Why can't I talk… Why can't I move… Where.. Where am I!"

"Lars!"

Lars opened his eyes to a bright light shining down on him in a congested room. As his vision became more clear, he saw a team of doctors hovering over him. By his side was a short black haired woman, whose eyes were red and ripe with tears. She held his arm, calling out his name as he fought to retain consciousness.

"Lars… is that truly my name?" Lars thought. "In the white room II heard a different name… What was it?" He thought

"Mam we need you to leave the room! This boy has suffered multiple concussions and severe damage to his brain, we are sustaining him now but at any point he can go into-"

Beep Beep!

Lars's heart monitor started going off. His heart rate was off the charts. The team of doctors rushed to his side dragging his mother out of the room.

"LARS!" She cried.

"Why… why does she keep calling me that… Lars…Lars Yumen… Wait  I remember now! Mother! No!" Lars thought. Tears filled his eyes as he remembered how he got into the hospital.

(Earlier that day)

Wham!

Lars was shoved into a locker by three boys, laughing as they trapped him behind the metal door.

"Let me out!!" Lars cried .

This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author's work.

"Hehe you guys got those ketchup packets from lunch?" One of the teens asked. He was a tall athletic boy who seemed to be leading the others. As he tightened the strap on the cap he wore backwards, he leaned on the door of the locker, trapping Lars inside.

"Hahah Lars the loser!" The other teenagers laughed.

"Here's the ketchup Jin!" One of the other boys said, handing him a stack of condiments.

"Please no!" Lars cried banging on the isnide of the locker door.

"HAHA you stink man! Here! Take a shower!" Jin laughed. Ripping the packets apart, Jin poured them down the slits in the locker, covering Lars in red and yellow mush.

Lars cried inside of the locker sulking as Jin opened the door.

"Well, didn't you want out? Come on out then!" Jin said laughing.

Lars ran out of the locker rushing out into the hallway. As he ran through the school, kids turned around and teased him.

"Lars the Loser!" They laughed. "Go kill yourself already!"

"I just want to get out of here!" Lars thought crying as he ran. It was only the first period and he wanted out of this nightmare.

As he ran out of the school he heard a voice calling out behind him.

"Larzy!!!" A little girl called as he ran out.

Lars froze in his tracks, not believing what he was hearing.

"Nina?" He asked, turning around. Surely enough his ten year old sister was trailing behind him.

"What are you doing out here? You should be in class." He said, drying his tears.

"I heard you crying big brother… and then you ran outside! You have to go back!" She yelled.

"But… I hate it there…" He said tearing up.

"But… If you leave… Who will be my friend? I don't have any friends big brother! I hate it here too!"

His sister ran to him crying into his arms.

"It's ok…" Lars said.

"I… I can't give up" Lars thought. "There's someone who is counting on me..."

"Lets go back together!" Lars said. "Together we'll make it, we'll be each other's friends! How does that sound!" Lars said, cheering his sister up.

"Thanks big bro!" She said, hugging him.

"Ohhh isn't that touching!" Jin said coming outside.

Nina hid behind her big brother, shuddering as Jin and his gang came outside.

"Jin.. leave us alone!" Lars said

"Oh.. and what are you going to do about it?" Jin said shoving him

"Big Bro!!!!" Nina cried as Lars fell to the floor.

"Your Big brother can't save you!" Jin said laughing "He's just a little bitch! He can't do shit!"

"Don't talk to my sister like-"

"Shut up!" Jin yelled kicking Lars in his stomach. Lars lurched forward grabbing his abdomen in pain.

"Big brother!"

"Yeah yeah how about this!" Jin said taking Ninas backpack. He dumped all of her homework and books onto the ground.

"Oh? What's this?" He said picking up a stuffed panda.

"Thats my panda! His name is Pj! Put him down!" She cried.

"What? This piece of crap?" Jin asked. "Ok if you want me to put him down… Fine!"

Jin threw the bear on the ground, stomping on it.

"Pj!"

Jin crushed the panda into the ground, jumping and stomping  until the bear was flattened into the ground.

Tears flowed out of Nina's eyes, staining her cheeks as her favorite toy was destroyed.

"Hehhehe." Jin said laughing. "Hahahahaha What are you gonna do about it? That's all you guys can do is cry cry cry? You litt-"

WHAM!

Lars fired a punch into Jims jaw, knocking him backwards.

"Don't you dare do that to my sister!" Lars yelled.

"Hmph not bad." Jin said wiping his mouth. "But now it's my turn! Get em boys!"

Jin's gang began circling around Lars, and before he could react, the two boys had trapped him in a lock leaving him open to Jin's punches.

"Take that! And that!" Jin said, punching him.

"Big Brother!" Nina screamed crying. "I'm going to get the teachers!" she said running away.

Jin punched Lars dozens of times in the face and stomach, leaving him bloodied and bruised.

"You.. bastard.." Lars barely got out.

Losing consciousness Lars fell to the floor.

"Godamn trash! How dare you put your hands on me!" Jin said, stomping on Lars now unconscious.

"Jin stop, you won man!" his friends pleaded. as he stomped on Lars's body over and over.

"No you don't get it! This kid touched me! I want everyone to know what happens when you touch Jin Kite!"

Jin kicked Lars again, spitting on him.

"Jin you're going way too far man! Your a psycho! I'm getting out of here!" One of the boys said.

"Dear god!" A teacher yelled opening the door to the outside.

"Someone call 911!"

(Present day)

"I don't regret anything mother" Lars thought as his vision became blurry again. "As of today I am not longer Lars the loser… I'm Lars, the boy who protected his little sister."

Lars returned to the room of white once again meeting the man with the white cards.

"Well, shall we begin your new life?" The man said.

"I'm ready," Lars said, nodding his head." I have no regrets with my death."

"Very well, but be wary, this life will be much harder than your previous one, but you will be stronger as well, whether this world is saved or not entirely depends on you."

"I've always dreamed of another life…" Lars said. "I was in this academy with friends… and I remember a women! She was always saying…"

"The light of the father shines bright within you."

"Yes! Exactly! Is this where I'm going? Am I finally going to this place?" Lars asked.

"No, " the old man answered. "Your finally returning  to that place, Axel."