"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 29, 2018:
Today was the day Sangwoo was due to be released from the hospital. He didn't know how to feel about it.
He was terrified.
No, that wasn't it.
He was happy.
That wasn't it either.
What was this feeling? He couldn't put a name on it. He did his very best to get rid of the pit of dread that kept forming in his stomach, but it refused to subside.
It'd been a week since the incident, and he'd called Heejung to reschedule. She'd asked if it was really that important, but once she realized he couldn't talk properly, she realized that the audition had to be pushed to another date. A second date, however, was proving hard to finalize. There were simply way too many logistics which were far too complicated for Sangwoo to understand.
What could be so hard about finding me a date? he wondered.
It wasn't as if it was a debut stage he'd asked for. He was just mad at himself mostly for having to ask Heejung, although another part of him was mad at his dad.
He was the one who'd screwed everything up, wasn't he?
Sangwoo was back to thinking about the fight again. What would've happened had he struck the man's face instead of his knee? Would that have made a difference?
No, that would've probably just landed him in a prison cell, and he'd have been tried as an adult.
He could've received a not-so-harsh sentence maybe, considering what his father put him through, but he'd still rot away in jail, and that's not something he wanted. Instead, he wanted to destroy his father, bit by bit.
He didn't know how, but he would. With that in mind, his fear ebbed away, replaced by the much better thought of revenge.
But could one really say that vengeance was a better feeling than fear? It could be argued that vengeance was much more useful. There was a possibility of paralysis and inaction that came with fear, but with vengeance, there existed no such possibility. However, they were both inherently negative feelings, so was it even possible to compare them?
I only threatened to bury you alive. I haven't actually done anything.
"Bury who alive?"
His head snapped in the direction of the new voice.
"Do you mind explaining what you meant?" he asked.
It was the doctor, the one who'd treated him--Dr. Lee.
Sangwoo hoped the doctor knew how to read lips, because his jaw was beginning to hurt from all the talking earlier.
Paper, he mouthed. He also made a motion of writing something with his hand.
