"I knocked on Heaven's door for two minutes," the boy said. "How is that not cool to you?"
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Choi Sangwoo was just trying to make ends meet. Beaten and abus...
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November 19, 2018:
Upon opening his eyes, Sangwoo found himself in an unfamiliar bed, white sheets covering his body. He tried to move his arms, but failed.
That set off alarms in his head.
Where am I? he wondered, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He struggled to lift even one of his arms. It felt like he was being restrained by something.
What was going on?
He tried to speak, but found his tongue unable to move and form the words.
What was wrong with him?
Was this a dream? Sleep paralysis, of sorts?
The longer Sangwoo laid there, the more unsettled he felt. That discomfort turned into fear, however, when a person entered the space. He didn't see a door opening, and no sound left the person's footsteps as they walked up to him.
Panic began to set in.
When he finally met the person's eyes, he screamed. Or tried to, rather. His mouth refused to move.
What was his father doing here?
"You think you can get away from me, faggot?"
He tried to struggle, but it was all for naught. Something silver caught his eye. He tried to focus his eyes on it, but it was too bright and it made them hurt.
Then he saw a hand held out to him. He tried to tell the person he couldn't move, but failed to do so.
The silver thing plunged into his chest. He felt no pain, just some heaviness.
Weird.
"Sangie."
Was that-
"Need some help?"
His mother. What was she doing here?
It seemed like his father was oblivious to his wife's presence, for he twisted the silver object further and further, turning it this way and that.
Just then, something gushed out. A liquid. It was blue in color.
Blue? That couldn't be blood.
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