𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 /GXG/

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[The Westin Josun Seoul Hotel - Sunday, November 30th]

Sitting on the edge of the bed, bare feet on the rug, hands gripping the blanket covering my legs.

''Does it hurt a lot?'' asks Su-bin.

''It hurts,'' I say slowly.

''Tilt your head to the side,'' he mumbles.

I brush my neck hair, and he puts on an antiseptic ㅡ it burns and then cools down a bit when he blows. Then, he places a piece of microporous tape.

''Are you okay?'' he says.

''Mhm.'' I nod. I have some troubling thoughts, and I keep seeing things since what happened with... last night. Almost 20 hours ago.

''Do you really feel good, Chae won?''

''I'm fine.''

''The best thing to do would be to bring you with me. Your mother has no patience for you.'' He takes a deep breath.

''I don't want to leave here,'' I say. My eyes, full of fear, notice how the shadow of a person moves on the wall to my left. ''It was the medicine that the psychiatrist prescribed. I'm sure of it.''

''On Monday, you make an appointment with another doctor to see what's going on.''

''Mhm.''

''I'm going to sleep on the couch, but if you call me, I'll hear you.'' He gets up and closes the door.

It's so bad to get attention from someone I don't want. Everything feels forced. Dad doesn't look good about it. I'm not okay with that. It makes me feel sad and gloomy.

Alone, I lie down and pull the blanket up to my shoulder. I cross my arms over my chest, adjusting my huddled position on my side.

The room is not completely dark. The light from the lamp falls on my eyes. The bathroom door is open.

I keep my eyes wide open there. My thoughts start to stray to That: Thinking about looking at myself in the mirror again.

《Accelerated breathing》

I'm afraid to close my eyes. I can barely breathe easily. I think about calling my father to cover the mirror with a towel.

No! I can't! He'll think I'm going crazy.

Suddenly, I have the feeling that something is under the bed and moving inside the mattress.

(Chae won, Listen me!)

I cover my head, shaking with fear, my heart now beating a mile a minute because there's something under the bed, and now I feel it move inside the mattress, from my legs up, and it wants to get inside me.

I feel like screaming.

(Scream! Scream! Scream loud!), she whispers beside me.

I get suffocated.

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[MEDICAL CONSULTATION - Thursday, December 4th.]

When I arrived, I was already looking at everything terrified by the conversation my parents had.

My mom told me this on a video call: