Jisung sat idly on white cushions, for god knows how long, staring blankly at the white walls ahead of him. He blinked one, twice, trying to recall why he was here.
He quiet frankly didn't even remember how he's gotten into this situation. Why was he in an all white room, being restrained?
He didn't remember. He didn't even try to remember. His mind was as blank as the room was dull.
He felt as if he was an animal in a cage, completely unaware of his surrounding, how or why it was there, and complete stripped of his freedom.
It felt as if time had stopped, yet it also passed by in a flash.
Jisung stared at the ceiling, trying to think of a definitive answer as to why he was here. He tilted his head slightly, his hair falling over his eyes. He continued to wrack his brain, to remember something, anything- yet he couldn't.
He moved his hands to clutch his head, but was taken aback when he couldn't. He looked to see why he couldn't move them. Oh, right, he was restrained.
Jisung sighed, leaning his head against the wall. He felt so lost. Like he was a mere useless speck in this huge universe.
He took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. He felt serene, at peace almost. He supposed this wasn't too bad. It was... peaceful. Calm. He liked it that way.
Still, he wondered where he was. why he was there. He wanted answers, but there was no one to give it to him. He was alone. That's how he'd always felt. So alone in this compared to this huge world.
Left all alone with his thoughts. Left to rot in his own person hell, this painfully white room.
That's how it's always been, alone.
Alone... alone?
"Mom, mom, mom, look! I want to play with him!" The little girl pleaded, pointing at the boy sitting all alone in the corner of the orphanage. Her shoulder length, black hair bouncing up and down in sync with her.
The mother smiled lovingly, while looking at her over-enthusiastic daughter. She processed to look where her daughter, and to see who had caught her attention.
She noticed a little boy, sitting round table all by himself. He looked as is he was about 5-ish years old, his jet black hair falling over his eyes. He coloured peacefully, eyebrows scrunched, his full focus on the piece of paper infront of him. She giggled slightly, finding the little focused pout he had on his lips adorable.
"Say, do you want to say hi to him, chaeryeong?" The mother asked, bending down to her daughters level. She placed a hand on her shoulder, tucking a stray hair behind the young girls ear with her free hand.
Chaeryeongs face immediately lit up, eyes glittering with happiness. She had plastered on a bright smile, bobbing her head up and down as fast as she could. "Yes, yes, yes, a millions times, yes!"
The mothers smiled lovingly, before standing up straight. She gently held her daughters hand, muttering a quick c'mon, and walked towards him.
With every step chaeryeong took, her heart heart increased.
Hump.
Hump.
Hump.
She was finally going to have a sibling, someone she could play with! She wouldn't have to be lonely when mama and papa left for work anymore, she'd have a friend.
She wouldn't have to colour, eat, or do anything alone anymore!
The thought of finally having a sibling, a friend, someone who would play with her, made chaeryeongs smile widen even more.
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•Borderline Insanity•
Fanfiction"The fate of humanity now rests upon you eight's shoulders." "Phew, thank goodness I have these strong, wide shoulders~" "I'm going to shove this crystal so far up your as-" _______________________ Jisung wakes up to the sound of blaring sirens and...
