Promise; Lee Su-hyeok

026. Maniac

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"I'm a... god?"

"Yep." I hold out my hand for him to shake. "Welcome to the club."

He shakes it hesitantly then walks away. I walk right behind him.

He simply stares at himself in a broken mirror, his eyes filled with curiosity as he touches around his swollen eye. His curiosity quickly morphs to anger and he scowls.

He spins around. "Cheong-san, you son of a bitch."

"Gwi-nam," I smack his shoulder. "Don't speak bad about other people's parents."

"Well, tell Cheong-san to not stab people in the eye and instead use the manners his daddy taught him."

"Where are the manners your daddy taught you? He definitely taught me some."

"Shut," he hisses. I smile at him, shrugging. He continues to frown. "I'll kill him," he mumbles.

I hide my necklace under my shirt's collar, the material rubbing against the large, open wound. "Why would you want kill your father? I thought he bought you drugs or some shit like that."

"No. He buys me condoms."

"Oh." I take a deep breath. "That was a bit TMI. It's my fault for asking though."

He suddenly grabs my hand and starts walking to the library's exit. I'm in a lot of pain and not in the fun way. I just want to go home.

All the zombies are scattered throughout the library, so we can open the door now.

"Gwi-nam," I start. He hums, indicating for me to continue.

And so I do. "Where are we going?"

"I don't know."

"I didn't want to go anywhere though."

He struggles with the door. "Why not?"

I roll my eyes. "I don't know. Maybe because someone threw a knife at me and it cut my leg open. And also because that same someone made me fall off a bookcase and so I broke my ribs."

His eyes widen and he quickly tries to defend himself. "I was aiming at Cheong-san. I swear."

"What about the bookcase accident thing?"

He shrugs, "I'm built different." He unlocks the door, "Come on."

"No," I whine. Any normal person would've at least apologized. But noooo. I'm built different, he said.

"We can't stay in the same place forever," he urges.

"We can if we do double suicide."

"No."

I take my hand out of his, "Fine. Be that way."

He grabs it again, "I fucking will be. Let's go." He walks away with me and I drag my feet, limping behind him.

I hate everything.

We end up walking around the same place I was in earlier. Gwi-nam scans around us, still a little weary of the walking corpses.

"Um. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

He leaves into the locker room, leaving me sitting on the floor unsupervised. That wasn't very smart.

I could go look for another knife.

Actually, making one would be easier. I think.

I don't want to stand up though. But modern problems require modern solutions.