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Some would call it a blessing, a gift.
You called it a curse, a call from the dead that kept you up every night.
You were gifted with the responsibility of stepping into the afterlife, entering the purgatory of those who died in insufferable ways when it wasn't their time, and saving them. You had brought at least twenty people back to life but you had suffered critical mental depletion doing so. The things that you saw were awful. The people you saved had been tortured, dehumanized.
You turned over in your bed, the screams of a young man ringing through your ears. You shut your eyes for a moment and when you opened them, you found that familiar red portal forming next to your window. You threw your blanket off and mentally prepared yourself as you walked toward the portal. You put your hand against the barrier and the screams of the young man only got louder as you entered to the afterlife.
You found yourself in what looked like a gymnasium of an old school. About twenty feet in front of you was a group of seven kids circled around a young man. He was crying as one of the other kids continuously kicked him in the stomach. As you approached, the seven teenagers turned to you and only then did you notice one of them had a gun.
"Hurry," he whispered as he pointed the gun at the suffering boy. "You're the only one who's ever cared enough to come to his rescue. Right, Hongjoong?"
The boy curled into himself and you quickened your pace. As you got closer, it seemed like the pulling of the trigger was in slow motion. You quickly covered him and felt the impact of the bullet in your spine, then the pain went away as the area around you turned white. You looked down at Hongjoong and saw the bruises on his face. He was mauled.
"Why?" You whispered.
"Because they could," he whispered back. "I was an easy target - I'm different, I paint my nails, I smile too much. I'm so weak, so helpless. I've never had anyone to stick up for me and I've never had the courage to do it myself. You saved me."
He reached up and hugged your neck, then he disappeared and you were back in your bedroom. You collapsed back into your bed and stared up at the ceiling blankly.
You were so drained. You were so tired.
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Seonghwa shot up from his seat outside Hongjoong's room as nurses and doctors rushed in.
"He's flatlining!" One of the nurses called. "Defibrillate him!"
