Beauty In Death | Han Jisung ✅

Chapter 3 | Don't touch me

Han's POV

"Morning."
"Morning mom."

Two days ago My brother came back late from that stupid party. And with it, he brought such a weird atmosphere. He was so off in the way he walked, talked, and touched the objects around him. What did he do that had him acting so off? Of course, my mom said nothing about his mannerisms for she only saw the perfect son in him. He does no wrong in her eyes, so a slight change in character was nothing to her even if she had caught on.
"Your brother's graduation is in a week! Can't you believe?!" My mom says sitting at the table looking nonchalantly at me.
"It's hard to believe." I say with a slight sarcastic tone which goes over both of their heads.
"Bachelors in Engineering ~" Tae says smirking as he sips his coffee.
"I'm so proud of you my boy!" Says my mother brightly.
"I'm going to excuse myself, I need to take care of some errands."
"Oh?" My mom says.
"Sorry." I grab my left over food and put it all away as I usually do. With that, I walk out completely down the road. Casually, I place my headphones in and turn on some music to block out anyone who dared tried talking to me. I walked a couple blocks down to the community Park. It's a place I find myself when I am stressed. A place my dad used to take me before my mother divorced him. It was somewhere where I once felt free, so, being here made me realize that feeling. I never want to let go of such memories or feelings I once had. To me they were all important. No matter if I hurt my self falling on the basketball court beside the slide. No matter the sadness I felt when mother hit me for the first time for telling her that grandma was speaking to me. Those bad feelings and times were also apart of me and I embraced that fact. I now took myself to the swings to have an excuse to look up at the pretty clear sky in a daze. I smiled as the sentimental melody of the music timed perfect with each movement of the swing. And I held on loosely as the breeze caresses my cheeks and hair. I felt like I was flying.

Maybe this is what it feels like to be peacefully dying.  Like a flick of the wind picking up fall leaves. Just ascending up and never looking down.

Yet.
That wasn't always the case.
This thought made me slow down and stop my daydreaming. Because death was more complicated than that. I know better to think everyone could be taken away in such a perfect way..

"Han." I hear a cracked voice call out. I immediately took off my earphones and looked around until I saw my missing classmate standing a meter away from my side. Y/n. I stared at her for a bit before speaking out.
"Y/n. Aren't the police looking for you?"
"They already found me."
"Then why are you here and why do you look like such a mess??"
"I'm dead."
I paused trying to catch my breath.
"How?"
"I- I don't remember much.."
"Really? That's weird.."
"How so?"
"Mostly of the dead remember what happened."
"Guess I'm the fucking outcast." She huffs looking around.
"Guess so.. Look, you need to be careful and stay in the light as much as possible."
"Yeah the demons.. I know. Look I've been told by a soul name Lucy that a medium, can help me. And since you can see and hear me I'm guessing that medium is you.."
"Help? How? There's not much I can do.."
"You can talk to my family and friends. That will help me get closure at least."
"Why would I want to help you?"
"You have a point.. you don't owe me anything.. I just.. I saw my dad cry on his knees for the first time. I always thought the man despised me, but he broke when he was given the news.."
"Loved ones are loved ones for a reason. Everyone you come across and make connections with, a piece of your soul lingers with them. Y/n, there's really nothing I can do, especially since no one believes a word I say anyway.."
"I just.. I'm so scared please I-.." She goes to touch me, but I back away into the swing behind me.
"Don't touch me. The feeling of a soul's cold hands makes me nauseous.."

That's right, every time one of the dead touches me.. all I feel is that cold feeling against my skin. It disgusts me and every time I feel that familiar cold against me, I go into a full on panic attack. It reminded me of those days as a kid and how all those souls reached out to grab me, it felt like a hoard of zombies eating me alive. Not with human teeth, but with hands and nails clawing at me for answers..
"I'm sorry... I didn't know.." she look looks down clutching her wrist with her other hand.
"Thanks."
"Tell me. What do I do..? At least tell me what to do, to make it easier."
"Like I said stay away from the dark places. Find that soul to spend your time with and just leave me out of it. Last time I tried helping someone...I almost got dragged down to a dark abyss with them.."
"The only fucking medium for miles and they won't even help me.. I thought you could- You know what, Thanks for nothing." She fast walks away furiously. As she goes, many people and even a frisbee passes through her. I watch her closely all the way until she reached the edge of the park.