Writing To Reach You (Discontinued Until Further Notice)

Prologue

The skies are clear, no dark clouds gathering above me, and the wind felt nice when it brushes and flows through my hair and skin as I ride my way away from the city. This is my very first time after so many years that I am finally able to sneak out from the high security system that I had, just to keep me out from danger and every-silly-little-thing-else.

I was never too upset about it though for being caged up in one place for ages. The people there were very friendly to me, as they know who I am and just how young I was to be there that they practically call me the 'Unfortunate Child'. Funny, I did not felt unfortunate at all. True, I am frail and fragile for my age, but trust me, I was more to 'A Child Who Act Like A Brat Who In Coincidence Had An Illness That Couldn't Be Healed' than the nickname they had blessed me with.

Running is hard, but since I managed to borrow this bicycle from a very friendly citizen around the neighbourhood, my burden suddenly fly away from my shoulders. Just for your information, I did not steal the bicycle. I asked it nicely. I even knocked on the door, asked the landowner of the house to let me borrow one of their bicycle that is parked outside in their backyard, talk and reason them out to let me use it and BAM! Here I am, riding on a blue coloured bicycle that was once used by their daughter when she was 13, who, to your great news, was now 27. It seems that people in the age of 27 wouldn't normally goes out in their bike again which they had used back when they're teenagers.

Wandering around for a destination that I could go to, I caught my sight upon a hill, just nearby the town. This is great! I had enought time to go there and back again just before the sun sets, I cheered to myself and so, I headed out towards the hill. Maybe it was because I am still wearing the odd robe, people kept on looking at me like I am crazy or something else, but I just ignored it 'cause I don't give a damn about it.

It's fantastic and I was basically enjoying the moment when the thing I hated the most happened. Upon reaching the peak of the hill, I stopped and get off from my bike as soon as possible and crouched down on the ground. My chest aches like hell, and I was suppressing myself not to vomit but I failed. As soon as I coughed, blood came along from my throat, dripping out from my mouth, and my head became heavy as my sight gone blurry.

Not good, I thought to myself. Clearing my mouth from the nasty blood, I warrily stood up on my feet and grab my bottle in my backpack, engulfing it furiously down my throat. It hurts, but that is just the least of what I can do, for now. I'm sick, but I do need a day of my own. It's tiring and lonesome to stay all day in the same surroundings for ages. But no matter how do I forced myself to hang on just for a day, I failed. Right after I'm done drinking, the bottle slips out from my grip as my fingers felt numb. Looking up to the bright sky right before by knees malfunctioned and fell onto the hard ground, my eyes slowly shut my vision's entrance and faded into black-ness.

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My body starts to shake as I felt this heavy metal thing I was lying on was moving fast. There were so much noise and hell, it annoys me so much. As I tried to open my eyes to see what the hell is going on now, I heard this gasps and cheers about me waking up to my conciousness. What?

"Wendy, oh my God! Wendy!" cried a voice beside me, so loud and clear that it rang inside my ears, and soon enough I recognizes to whom does the voice belongs to. It's Ms. Li.

"Hang on, Wendy. Keep your eyes open, Wendy! You're going to be just fine, so stay with me, Wendy," yelled another person for which I also know who.

"Wh-What hap-happened?" I managed to get a voice out from my throat, but I regretted it so much for talking because that only make things worst. My chest starts to ache even more and I felt like coughing again.

"Wendy! God! Don't talk, you're sick! We'll explain after your surgery is done so please promise me you'll hang on to hear my explanation later on, okay?" another woman cried, but this time I had no idea who she was, even though it seems familar to me.

My throat are raspy, my breath are ragged and short, my vision are blurry, and my whole body had gone haywire. I can't even lift a finger. I just nodded slightly, replying the promise, knowing that I am in the hospital, and the doctors and nurses are now rushing me towards the ER that stands for Emergency Room if you didn't realise that, and I am in a hella lot of trouble. I'm walking my way towards the edge of a cliff, and I'm not scared of it. Why? Because this is not my first.

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