By Meng Jie
I used to be an obedient girl, having a happy and healthy life. But something happened broke it all up….One day after class, I inadvertently heard my classmate enthusiastically talking about fiction and became very curious about them. Under my asking, one of my classmates told me: There are many types of fiction, like romance, humor, tragedy, comedy, fantasy, alternative history, and many other different kinds. After you read them, some will make you cry bitter tears and some will make you laugh out loudly…. After listening to what she said, I was beckoned.
After I reached home and finished my homework, I immediately downloaded a fiction application onto my phone. When I opened the home page, all kinds of cover pages came into view and made me dazzled. I scrolled up and down the screen and didn’t know which to choose. Suddenly, a book with a nice cover on the recommended page got my attention. I quickly opened it and my emotions changed on how the main character in the fiction feels. What the main character has encountered and other misfortune things made me feel immersive. An uncontrollable force seemed to keep me reading and the storyline attracted me to read from the start to the end….
From that day on, I became infatuated with fiction, my mind was always on them, and reading them became my “happiest” time every day. I often felt happy, sad, and worried for the love and hatred in the story; though I often burst into tears, I enjoyed it very much and would feel bored and restless without reading fiction. I even thought that studying was boring, worthless, and meaningless, and dreamed to be the main character of the fiction, who has a pretty face, a fantastic figure, and a perfect relationship, doesn’t have to worry about food and clothes, and has access to luxury places. How wonderful would it be! Only what the fiction says was the rosy future I longed for and the direction I wanted to take my life in.
During the summer break, my mom went out for work and I was particularly happy. Just like a bird in the cage who was set free, I chose to eat instant noodles rather than cooking just to finish reading the fiction in my hand. Later, I found out that washing dishes was also troublesome, so I changed all the packet instant noodles to paper bowl packages, which I could just throw away after eating. The same routine repeated itself every day. Afterward, since I read the fiction endlessly, my vision became blurry and I felt weak, always in the state of exhaustion. I realized I couldn’t continue behaving in that way anymore, and then came second thoughts: It must be the strong light from the phone that cause my vision to go blurry, so I only have to wear a pair of sunglasses; as my body is exhausted, I can just shorten the time of reading, and have an early rest. However, things went contrary to my wish and I couldn’t get rid of the temptation, still reading overnight. My vision became worse, my body exhausted, and I couldn’t even support my body, living in the pain of suffering….
