Save me, new life

chapter one - run

The moon was fully visible, it was already night, and the visible stars shone brightly. The cold breeze stung my shoulders as I struggled to stay alive. My heart continued to beat slowly and quickly, and my heart rate fluctuated. My mind was racing with concerns, and my insides were on fire. I couldn't think clearly. I felt helpless and worthless. I couldn't stop looking down.

"How will you handle this?" The only thing I could sense from that person was rage.It sounded like a woman's voice to me. I took a big breath and stepped back. It was the voice of my ex-best friend."I can't go to school because of you! Everyone now likes you and despises me "She shouts, causing me to shiver and bite my lower lip."I didn't do anything wrong, you're overreacting," I reply, letting it all out. Was it malice? Was it because I was tired? I was afraid in this scenario. It's difficult to live with glued-down lips since you can't tell anyone anything and they won't believe you.  It seemed like someone was attempting to murder you with a knife. Or that you're standing in front of them, your back to them.And then they stab you. It hurts more with an arrow because it moves faster than a knife."You useless punk, don't lie to me! Did you tell anyone about our conflict? Please respond, give me that damn answer! "She shout, not giving me space. I count down from three. 

   Three, two, one. I turn around and run. I'm racing away from her along a street I've never been on before. It's a nightmare to run with a sprained ankle. I've already settled in. I can't see myself ever breaking free; it's a never-ending loop. I'm trapped in it.Trying to survive with a strained ankle is difficult; I'm facing this discomfort while running as quickly as I can.My legs are giving up and collapsing on the ground. I fall.The last thing I saw was nothing, as if everything had gone blank. 

 "Are you all OK, Miss?" Someone approaches me, their voice is mature and soothing. Because I can't take this, I sense them supporting me as I stand.  "I have a sprained ankle and can't walk," I tell them, not even looking at them. I'm astonished to see a high school student when I eventually look up. 

"Kim Sunoo," according to his name tag. I'm guessing he's about my age. "I'm going to call an ambulance; please stay put."   "Thank you, Kim Sunoo," I say, bowing my head.  "How did you get my name?"  "Your name tag," I respond.   "Oh right," he says, smiling. His smile is lovely. He appears to be quite kind and cheerful.When I heard the ambulance approaching, he was holding me in his arms on the ground. They come to a halt and get out of the car, rushing to bring me to the hospital.

"How do I address you?" The doctor's assistant inquires.  "Su Seola," I say, groaning in pain.The assistant removes the ice pocket and places it on my ankle while massaging my leg. Sunoo is perched on that small stool. 

 "I'm afraid you'll have to stay in the hospital for a few days," the doctor says. We got at the hospital in record time. I'm collapsing once more.Except for Sunoo and my ex-best friend's behavior, I don't recall anything after I collapsed.

"Are you awake?" Sunoo acts up while standing from his seat and straightening his back. "Yes, thank you for your sweet gesture."

 After thanking him, I give him a faint smile while he smiles with all of his facial muscles.Someone is opening the door and running towards me. My mom. 

 "Honey, what happened?" Sunoo after she sees me, greets her bowing 90 degrees.

"Hello, my name is Kim Sunoo, and your daughter collapsed, and I assisted her."  "I'm Seola's mother, and it's a pleasure to meet you. Isn't this Mrs Kim's son?"

"Oh yes, I am," he responds.My mother comes to my bedside to lay medicine and some of my belongings on my side table."Are you feeling better?" She inquires as she inspects my forehead.    "I have a sprained ankle,"

"Don't be concerned about her for the time being; you're transferring to Saerom High School.""Oh, I go there," Sunoo remarks.

"Well, you've made your first friend. Don't worry, honey; everything will be OK "She steps back and kisses my forehead before leaving with Sunoo. I carefully turned to the side after hearing the door close. There was a note there.                                                                                                                                           

   -Hello, this is Sunoo, and here is my phone number.Use it and call me if you need me.    

 Sweet, there's also a bar of chocolate, my art book, and flowers next to it. The flower aroma permeated my room and my nose within a minute of waking up. I'm feeling a lot better now. After reviewing everything, I take my phone, erase all of my social media, and reset my phone to factory settings. A fresh beginning.I won't have to look at her or anyone else's face. I'm relieved and hopeful that I won't be depressed again.

I'm feeling better after just two nights here. I still have bandages on my ankle, but it doesn't hurt too much. Sunoo and my mother visited me on a daily basis. I've learned a lot about Sunoo.I'm feeling better after just two nights here. I still have bandages on my ankle, but it doesn't hurt too much. Every day, Sunoo and my mother came to see me. I've learned a lot about him. He like mint chocolate and also enjoys singing and taking vocal lessons. Mint, purple, pink, and blue are among his favorite colours. He has an older sister. He knows how to play the piano.Sunoo is a caring individual. For two days, he wouldn't leave me alone, bringing me soups, medicine, and cute plushies. I appreciate him. I never would have guessed I had a friend. I've never had true friends since they lied to me and let me down every time I trusted them. I couldn't sleep for a week because it hurt so much. I looked out my window at the building in front of me every night. I just sat there and drew random people, feelings, and whatever else came to mind. I had lost all desire to live. I began getting bad grades, became depressed, and couldn't eat. I starved till I felt a severe discomfort in my stomach. That's why I sprained my ankle. I couldn't walk and would occasionally fall on the level floor. My vision is hazy, and my heart rate is erratic. I'm not living anymore; I'm simply existing. People spread misinformation about me. "Oh, don't talk to her, she's terrible!" she's always slandering me. I felt as if I didn't fit in. I wanted to leave this evil country and start again. But I had no option because I had nowhere else to go. I'm not well-liked. And my ex-best friend is pursuing me. I have nightmares about being dragged to the rooftop and being pushed down by my bullies. It's killing me. I had to throw up because it felt too much at times. I'm still smiling.