He... He is different

5.

Today, three days after the act, I was released from the hospital. Both Han and the boys came to visit me. Won only appeared here on the first day. He didn't have to worry, but what would a day be without Won's screams. I walked home. The hospital was not far. I was looking forward to finally disappearing from that terrible place where I was annoying for three days.

I got home and immediately headed to my room, where I ended up spending the whole day. I dropped out in the evening. Won called me downstairs for dinner. Who else but mother and father look at me from above. My father was a businessman and he was only interested in that, and I was an asshole to my mother from a young age. My father sold not only ordinary things but also me. From an early age I was sold to people who wanted to enjoy themselves. I hate them for it. Out of the whole family, only Won liked me. I went downstairs and saw that only Won was downstairs. It was strange that neither mother nor father left a message.

"Where are they?"

"Well, Da-Som don't talk about them like that," he snaps?

"I don't want to eat. I'm going back to the room," I left and wondered if his parents had said something to him. They would have been able to. I went back to my place in the room. The bed. I lay there for about 10 minutes until a stone hit my window. Who is that? ready to throw stones at my window? I opened the window and peeked under the window. Who else is as ready as Han Jisung himself.

"Han, are you mad?" You could have broken my window!"

"Don't make a noise... and come down," I don't understand his thinking. How am I supposed to get down without Won seeing me? Finally it occurred to me that I have a ladder to the roof by the window. I'm probably pretty fried when I don't notice the only thing I can use to get down. I got out of the window and stepped on the ladder with one foot, then the other. I slowly went down. Han was still under the ladder, which bothered me quite a bit, because he was looking right at my ass.I was down and a little pissed at Jisung because I had to go out because of him.

"Han, I hope that's important," Han just smiled a little. He's very strange sometimes. I don't understand him. But that's because I've never been anywhere with him and I've never talked to him much.

"Come on dummy," he grabbed my hand and pulled me somewhere.

We walked about five blocks. I didn't know where we were going, but what should I do? To squirm at him? Ask? When asked, he would tell me "you'll see", and if I snapped at him he would get pissed. I don't want the old Han Jisung to come back. That would be the worst. Well, I never slept for more than five minutes, and even then only during breaks where he bullied me.We arrived somewhere I didn't know. I was afraid to be there. It was an old abandoned school building. A strange and unpleasant place. I felt like something started to boil inside me. The bad feeling I had earlier got bigger.

"Han? Where are we?"

"We are at the place where I spend the most time," he said sadly. Why here? And why did he bring me here?

"Han, I'm not feeling well," I really wasn't feeling well. My head was spinning and my stomach hurt as if someone had kicked me in the stomach. My knees started to give out.,,Will give? What is going on?"

"J.....Jis...ung," I didn't answer. I walked away. I just hope I didn't cause him any more problems.