dark-green sneakers

burned

10 days.

- I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared. I AM SCARED. I AM SCARED. HELP ME. HELP ME SOMEONE, PLEASE!!! Here is a solid darkness. I do not want to be here. HELP ME! YOU SEE THAT I FEEL BAD, WHY DON'T YOU WANT TO HELH ME?! I ASK!

Han stood in the world where it was not. There were people here, but no one saw him. He was a ghost, hoping for happiness. He roared the browse, fought in hysterics, but no one paid attention to him. Because it did not exist. Boy, whose name Han Jisung was just a ghost that he wanted to love and be loved. The indifference of people cut it as if a knife.

Around darkness, cold, howl wolves and snow. And he is alone here. Wherever you look - nothing can be seen. Standing bare in the snow, he felt the legs began to freeze. But there was nothing to warm up. Han spinning in the hope of seeing at least something or someone, but suddenly he had a laughter from the darkness. Fear mastered Jisung. Hands began to shake, and the heart is pounding. Jisung ran. He did not see anything, only the snow was perfectly silver and crunched under his feet, as if breaking bones. Laughter got closer and closer.

Droplets sweat, which performed on the forehead of Jisung, frozen. The chest squeezed, as if she was hit by a hammer. Han continues to run. But... from whom does he run? From Minho? But he no longer beats him. From parents? But they work, there is no point to escape. From the forest beast? But they do not know how to laugh. From whom then Jisung runs?

Legs frozen even more. Blood began to play from him. The face was grazed from branches. The whole body is terribly sore. T-shirt wet and did not warm. Han could no longer run - no strength left. Breathing has begun, the throat cut from the frost. And then he decided to stop, he decided to surrender. He can no longer fight. What did he fought at all? For the life that does not like? For man what he likes? But there is no chance with him. He did not fight, he was just afraid. They ruled fear. Speaking to the fact that he ran away, Han saw nothing. There was nothing there. The same darkness, drifts and its bloody traces.

- BU!

Jisung shouted, falling into the snow. He began to roar loudly, right back. From the throat, it began to fly from the throat drops. His mouth was red, the eyes are disclosed in horror, he almost lost consciousness. Because a person that his scared was he himself. Other Jisung was very scary. There was a purple ring on his neck, the eyes were white. And the face was crowded terrible physiognomy.

- Helflo, helflo. Plfay withh me, Honey!

Crank smiled and stretched out his hands.

- NO, DISAPPEARANCE, DISAPPE...! - Jisung wanted to continue to scream, but could no longer. The voice disappeared.

And the monster touched his head, and Han lost consciousness.

He jumped out of bed, trying to understand this sleep or not. The throat is terribly sore, he was all wet. Getting out of bed was very painful. His legs were in the blood. He threw the blanket to the floor, the sheets were also in the blood. He grabbed his head, he tried to speak, but there was no voice. Gently and slowly he went to the kitchen for the first-aid kit. On the tiptoe went down the stairs, went to the closet, opened the door. And from there, his head was revealed.

- Wfill we plfay?

Jisung fell. He felt his head hit the corner, and how he was hot to flow from there.

The heart hurts the pound, Han opened his eyes. He was lying in bed again. Looking around the room, he made sure that was at home. Carefully rising from bed, Jisung looked at his feet. There was no blood, the sheets were also clean. He tried to say - the voice was. Sitting on the bed and having lost yourself for the hair, he tried to return the mind. Suddenly someone knocked into the room.