Dream High || by YoonPhil

Chapter 1 | Childhood Part I

     "Phil Yoon! Phil Yoon! Please... Please, don't do it... Okay? We still have dreams, remember?" Shouted by my childhood friend Min Joon. "Ha... Dreams? Really, Min Joon? What's the reason to achieve my dreams if my one and only family can't even give me support to achieve my dreams? Tell me, hah! Tell me!!" I shouted angrily as I was frustrated at the moment. When my other friend named Hwa Young shouted back at me, "Hey! Phil Yoon! Didn't you remember what we promised the day before we graduated in elementary? Tell me! Huh!? We promised that, we will support each other's dream and opinion when other people can't. Remember? Even though, your family can't give you a support for it. We are here! Your friends!! Hello?!? Can't you even consider us as your own family?!" "Hey, Hwa Young! Stop! Maybe he really is to jump because of you..." Gently whispered by Min Joon to Hwa Young's ear. "I just wanted him to remember it, okay?" She gently replied back at him.

     I gently smiled because of their conversation. It seems like they have their own world because they are arguing in the midst of my suicidal attempt. That was when I decided to just shrug this situation and just go back to where I was earlier. And when I stepped back and slide my foot off over the railings, my other foot got stuck... "Uhhh... Guys? Can you please stop that first? Okay... I regret this, so please can you help me to get off?" I asked to my friends barking and arguing for the meantime. My foot was really stuck at one of the railings, that's when I accidentally...

     "Ahhhh!! Min Joon!! Hwa Young!! Help, me!!" I shouted when I was falling off the 8th floor building's rooftop.

     Before any of these things happened in the present time. Let's go back to the time where it all started. Let's go back to the time when I was still a kid who dreams a lot of things. Let's go back to the time when I was still a brat who wants a lot of things. Yes, let's go back to that time.

~ 15 years ago ~

     "Dad? I just thought of this idea that you know, we can go to the place where the stars belong... The moon and the sun..." I gently talked to my father when it was time for my bedtime.

     My father and I got a schedule for everyday and that is for every morning, he will cook breakfast and because I was homeschooled at that time, he will teach me stuffs that I need to learn from my subjects in school. In the afternoon, still teach me about that stuffs (and will check my activities and outputs later before finishing our afternoon everyday) and in the evening, he will cook dinner for us and wash the dishes. Before going to sleep, he will tell me a bedtime story, a song or either to talk to him any questions that I got for that evening, and the choice was always mine, I am not quite spoiled by my father because he taught me to become a great kid who listens and understands the feelings of other people and for that reason, I am so thankful for having the best dad that I could dream of in my entire life.

     If you've been wondering, what about my mom? Where is my mom? She left us when I was just a 3 year-old boy. I mean, she died when I was 3. When I was 3, I remembered she collapsed suddenly and coughing blood in the floor. My dad was in his job in the office so he was not in our house in that time. When she collapsed, I tried to call 119:

     "H-h-h-ello--... Help! My mo-o-om collapsed--- in the floor she is coughing blo-o-od... Please, help us..." I cried and stuttering telling the man to help me and my mom. "Hi kid, just try to calm down. The help is on the way but before that can you please tell me where your mom is feeling bad?" The man on the line of 119 asked. "Help!! My mo-o-om is coughing blood... He-e-elp..." I cried replying to the man on the line. "Okay kid, the help is on the way, okay? Please tell me where your mom is feeling bad? Stomach? Anything kid?" He asked. "I said help us!! Mom can't feel pain!! Okay?! She has that illness!! Please help us, please!!" I cried shouting back at the man and hung the phone up. And tried to call dad instead because maybe he can help but when I called the line cannot be reached. And I tried a lot of times but the line just cannot be reached at that time. 

     Before that accident happened, my mom was actually coughing but I thought it was normal but she suddenly tell me that, "Phil, listen to me, dear, okay? Please don't cry or be surprised if I collapsed any minute now, son or anytime of this day... Please, okay? Promise me with a pinky finger, Phil dear?" "Uhhh... O-okay mom." I confusingly replied to her and made the pinky swear promise. "Phil dear, I have this sickness that I can't feel any pain but my insides are in pain but I don't know where it is okay, dear? So when anything happens to me dear, just call 119 or try to call dad. And please don't cry, okay Phil?" She said. "Okay, mom. I won't cry, I promised and will promise."

     "Mom~ Mo-o-m... Sorry, I cried, mom! Please, be okay... Mom? Mom? Mo-o-m... Mom?" I cried and shouting to mom as she was lying in the floor in her own blood. And that time I just knew that she will not be back...

     And just exactly dad came home...

     That day, he won't leave the house and just stayed with me forever ever since...

     Luckily, I just overcame to that accident and just faded my trauma of red colors...

     "Oh yeah, the technology of ours son can do it. The rocket ships. Rocket ships are vehicles or machines that can travel through space." Replied by my father preparing his song to me. "Really, dad? Woah!" I excitedly replied. "Yes son, and you can see that machine in the future when you grow up. What do you want to become when you grow up, son?" He asked. "Uhhh... I don't know how to call it, dad. But I wanna become someone who can travel through space! I wanna see what stars look like in front of my face, dad!" I excitedly exclaimed. "Hahaha. Okay, okay, son. The job that you want is called an astronaut. Hahaha, my son will become an astronaut! Let me know in the future, what's the moon, like son! Hahaha. Okay its late now son, let's start now the song, shall we?" He asked. "Oh yeah dad, I didn't actually noticed the time. Hahaha. Okay dad, let's start my bedtime song!" I replied excitedly. "Okay son, let's start...

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me

I once was lost, but now am found

Was blind, but now I see

Was grace that taught my heart to fear

And grace, my fears relieved

How precious did that grace appear

The hour I first believed

Through many dangers, toils and snares

We have already come

T'was grace that brought us safe thus far

And grace will lead us home

And grace will lead us home

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me

I once was lost, but now am found

Was blind, but now I see

Was blind, but now I see"

     He sang it with a guitar.

     I was fast asleep that night little did I know the next morning, will be my last hi and goodbye to my father.

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The main character's profile is:

Name: Phil (First Name) Yoon (Last Name)

Age: Present (20 years old); 15 years ago (5 years old)

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Description (5 years old): He is curious about things, he is smart, and has a lot of dreams, like a normal child. 

[Note: His description will be updated or his profile when he gets older]