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8. Who am I?

Y/n

".. Y/n, honey, come here."

My mother called me as my little feet running happily towards her. She spread her arms and wait for me to come into her embrace. My small hands tangled around her neck hugging her happily as I giggles. I know I'm five years old, and just me and mother having a small picnic in a park with the other families in the neighborhood. Doing relaxing activities on holiday.

I kisses my mother's cheeks lovingly because she gave me my favourite ice cream. I saw the delicious dessert in my hands. But something has changed fast, my hands is getting bigger, and the ice cream turned into a pot of maggots still moving here and there trying to escaped from the pot.

I look up to my mother whose standing far from me. Her face is always scary, just like the rest of her. The dark aura of herself coming closer to me. I throw the pot on her and run back. I don't wanna get near her. But no matter how much I try to run, she always faster than me. She captured me and hiding me inside her dark cloak. Me disappear from the world, staying in the darkness forever.

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My breath stuck on my throat as I feel struggle to catch an air. I wake up with the sweat all over my body only to find out I was still alive. I'm breathing, I feel pain. Pain is good, it's a sign that I'm alive. But how?

I felt a stinging pain in the back of my head, I had to close my eyes to bare the pain. It really hurts. I curled up on the bed. Bed. There was a bed, a big bed with a soft blanket covering me. Although I don't focus on that. The pain in my head increases every time I try to open my eyes. I groaned, and I could hear my own voice in the large, spacious room.

As the pain slowly subsides. I took a deep breath and tried to relax my body. My body felt the softness of the dress clinging to it. I slowly sat up and looked around. This is the bedroom, but whose bedroom is this?

My eyes wandered around the room only to find water. My throat felt dry, and my whole body ached. I let go of my feet and sat on the bed. Try to reach the floor and stand up. But before I did that, the door opened. Fear spread through me when I saw a large man carrying food in his hands. I could tell by the smell, it was home-cooked porridge. He approaches me as I back up in bed and hugs my knees. Afraid of him. He could be someone who kidnapped me. Although I don't remember what happened before I ended up in this room.

"You're awake, little girl."

His voice echoes in the large room as I can hear the foods being placed by the desk next to the bed. The bed moving due the heavy weight on top of it. Yet, I still not dare to look up.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you."

His cold hand touching my feet which makes me flinch. He chuckles and pull his hands away.

"Y/n. Come closer to me."

Y/n? Is it my name?

I gulped down and slowly looking up to see him. He's a man, his eyes looked into mine, his lips curve up a smile, his whole expression telling me that he is somewhat, happy.

He held out his hand for me to shake, but I just stare at his hand, unsure whether I should shake it or not. I don't know him, what if he's a bad guy who wants to hurt me more.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, Y/n." He come closer to me.

"Who are you?" I ask to my surprise, my voice is barely normal. I supposed that I can't speak normally since my throat is really dry and nearly hurt.

"You don't remember me?" He rise his eyebrow in confusion. I just shake my head no and hugging my knees tighter.

"Never mind, I brought you some food, you must be hungry." He grabbed glass of water and hand it to me. I took it with shaky hands and gulped it down desperately.