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I guess, there is one part where I stopped believing in the world. One other part when I stopped believing in myself. I want those people to notice me, but I am thoroughly afraid of what will come out next, of leaving that certain line in which I call home. If I were to finish this line, I'm not sure whether I'd be myself anymore. Every time I attempted something, I know that, it probably won't work anyhow, and I was right. My mind filled with self-ridicule as I looked at others, how much better they fare, and how useless I could be--nothing I ever did was worth it. There's nothing like a day filled with insignificance.

Furthermore, as the days rolled by, I felt like crying, but tears won't just come out. I've been waiting for something imminent, a kind of judgment day where all things will come to its ruin, sadly it will be a long time before it finally does. I don't know how much I actually tried checking it before, waiting for it to show up--in fact it never shows. Similar to a rotten cockroach got mutilated by a lump of plastic vagina, I'd like to puke forty-five houses from my aspartamic nucleocide. Simply put, I felt devastated, I gave up, but the anxiety persists, enough for me to just want things to end already, I'm fucking sick of this.

A time of waiting which costs me my sanity, for things undoubtedly very long--a really long time indeed. When will the time come? I was trapped back in this shell, without any obligation to break free, and I know things won't work out if I ever stepped outta my shell. Even the slightest bit of pain reminded me of possibilities of gruesome torture and mutilation, it's very easy for humans to bleed and die, very fragile are they. I am a coward, I thought of worst possible opportunities within each single moment, even more the reason to back away and at times I even contradict myself, saying things much opposite to what I believe in.

I imagine the destiny devoid of people, devoid of others I stopped believing. So I'd be there by myself alone, and in there I shall find peace. With my time only belonging to me and only my own self. Basking in melancholy of insignificance, both of loneliness, and a sense of freedom for being a loner. I just don't know what to make do of it, not anymore. At first, I want to break free of all limitations, only to contradicting myself further and further. Alas, I do not know what I am, or what will became of me. Everything seems distorted in colors and images I don't even want to see.

I kept getting nightmares at night, and in spite of it, things started to get exciting, though by the time I woke up--I lost all motivation to live, not even thinking of dying. I was left as an empty shell, not having a single sense of belonging. Not even to my friends of family, for I felt like, I have nothing in common with them anymore. Things were different back then, until I learned about the truth. Nothing ever been the same since that day.

Something was permanently lost; things that will never be retrieved again. How I longed for something to alleviate my pain, but I am afraid so, that the world be filled with people that serves to drag down others, to make me stop believing in myself, dragging me down to ruin with their abuse. For what I see, the entire world is evil, and we're all going to hell. In the end, I just don't care anymore, I don't even know what I was writing, or what I was even describing. Everything seems so pointless.

A story that has no point; a story of my own life. With that in mind I raucously erupted vicious laughter atop my vocal chords. Another laugh came, as I had finally had made an embarrassment of myself once again.

This prompt is all about cliches and using them to your advantage! You have to write about some kind of cliche, like the title of this prompt, or otherwise use it in your short story. Perhaps you can find an original use for a common story trope? Perhaps the cliche won't even affect the story (but for a reason)? It's up to you! Now go breathe some life into these dead tropes!

Criteria:
1) Must contain some sort of cliche
2) Must be between 750 and 1250 words

It was cold outside, yeah, that was why he wasn't going outside. Or at least, that's what he told himself. Why should he go outside at all? It wasn't like there was anything for him out there. He might get mugged, or worse, stabbed! There wasn't any reason for him to go outside at all. The phone rang, he would stand there for about a minute, before the answering machine picked up.

"The person you are trying to call is currently unavailable," the automated voice said, he knew it all too well, "Please leave a message after the tone," it continued, followed by a short beep.

"Mike? Are you there? Pick up the phone! You can't hide away forever Michael, I'm worried about you," A voice crackled through the phone, a voice he knew all to well. His mother. He laughed, a short cruel laugh. She could say that all she liked, he would show her, he would never had to leave the house. Ah, how convenient the 21st century was, he could have everything delivered to his house; from food, to clothes to... well whatever really, it didn't matter. It wasn't like he didn't have a job either, he worked from home, another piece of genius convenience from the 21st century, computers, he could do everything he needed for a job just sitting at his computer. How wonderful!

Yes! There was absolutely no reason for him to ever leave. Why should he? It's not like going outside would magically make his life better, it's not like going outside would help him at all really. It was cold, that's why he wasn't going. It was cold.

His hand trembled, hovering over the door handle, the flimsy piece of metal that, once turned, would unlock the bright of the outside. Why was he doing this? He wasn't sure. Yeah... there was no reason at all. Plus, it was cold today, if he was going outside he should wait until tomorrow. Yes, definitely tomorrow he told himself.

His hand stopped trembling as he pulled it away from the door handle. Turning his back to the door he returned to his computer, after all: there wasn't any need to leave. None at all.