Chapter 11（Chapter 11）

My name is Chapter 11. Part of a Storybook. If you flip open a book. You can find me when a new chapter begins. Just on top. So you may start reading. My structure. A couple of alphabets queue in a straight. Horizontal formation. Sometimes attached with brackets and columns and underline. Since I was born. My fate remain sealed. Nay. I wont change my position.I am not stubborn. Soak me into the water and I will start melting. My words fade away and the meanings inside my stomach will disintegrate away as well. I am black.White behind me to contrast my body. Painfully shone my naked body under the florescent light. Black. The colour of night is black. When you close your eyelids. Different intensity of darkness.Some fake.Some in-depth. Some shallow. Some hurricanes your thoughts. Some jolted with fierce blinking dots.Some accelerating in the underground tunnel with unknown end. Some stuffed full of silence. Some clasped your hands tenderly. The creator of Dreams and Fears. Warm breeding ground of Emotions and Uncertainty. All of a sudden. Images shattered. Pieces of mirrors float. Gush. Water flows in. Body speared by millions of pieces. Threads of blood sipping out. Conjured up. Darkness. Hello. My name is Chapter 11. Part of a Storybook.