You can do it (minsung)

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Once I was able to at least roll my eyes around, I could tell I was in the hospital, the smell of the cleaning products, the gown I was wearing.

Where else could I be? It didnt feel like my bed because the one I was in was really hard. Plus there's no way my parents would care enough to get me.

I'm pretty sure it probably didn't even make it on the news. I wonder who hit me. The is definitely better than being home... so I would probably thank them.

I stopped thinking to myself and it was quiet, then I heard some soft sniffles. Did my parents actually come?

I started opening my eyes, but it was no use, my vision was blurry and I couldn't really make out anything.

I heard the sniffling again, and I looked to me left to see a purple haired guy that was probably in his 20's. Definitely not my dad, the man I was seeing looked more in shape than him.

My eyes started clearing up and I could now see the man perfectly. He lifted his head and he looked REALLY good. His eyes widened with shock and possibly.. hope. HOPEFULLY.. hope, maybe he would care about me. But who was he?

He ran to me and took my hand in his and put it to his wet cheek.

"I-I'm so sorry, a-are you..ok?" He said speaking English, with a really hard Australian accent. I nodded and licked my lips, for some reason, they felt so dry.

"I-I'm ok" I say seeing if my voice still worked while doing so. He closed his eyes and breathed out. He stayed like that for a while and for me, it was getting just a little awkward.

"U-um I'm sorry but who are you?" As I'm saying this, he opens his eyes and looks at me tears coming out of his eyes and he looked like he was going to be disappointed with the what his next sentence was gonna be.

"I-I'm the one who...h-hit you. I'm so so sorry, it was my fault, I wasn't watching the road like I should have, y-you can put me in jail in you want."

I blinked...then blinked again. Why would he think I would put him in jail? I smiled and he looked shocked and came closer to me, his eyes filled with happiness that I wasn't mad.

"It's ok, I could never put you in jail, I just want to thank you... what's your name? You don't .. have to answer if you don't want to." I say then look down, ashamed that I just asked that question out of nowhere.

"Bang Chan, yours?"

"Jisung" I say while smiling.

"Now back to what you said, thank me for what? Running you over??"

I blink, then smile with my lips pressed together, while nodding my head, and his eyes widened.

"What?!? Why?"

"It's not very...fun at home so it's way better here"

"Oh...do your parents fight a lot"
I wanted to tell him, I really really did, but I just couldn't.

"Yeah...yeah you could say that" I smile at him and he puts his hand on my head as a way of saying 'sorry'.

I sat up in the bed and I drink the water they gave me just to spit it out...with a spider. It was disgusting.

"Ewwww" Bang Chan said and I nodded. I got up and noticed I was shirtless, but then after a while of everything being quiet...I realized I was shirtless.

I turned around slowly and looked at the purple haired guy. His eyes were wide, with tears forming in them. I shake my hands as a sign of telling him not to worry, even tho that's all I ever wanted in my 13 years on being tortured, for someone to worry about me.

It was a while before he said anything and I flinched at his voice, even tho it was really soft. With his first word, about 4 tears had already escaped his eyes and were free on his cheeks.

"W-what happened to-to you?"  He said speaking Korean and I was kind of surprised, I didn't think he would know. I also had no idea what to tell him, maybe I could just tell him the truth.

"M-my mom"  I replied in Korean and he came over to touch the red on my stomach. It didn't matter to me... but I was surprised, he just came up and touched a strangers stomach. Wait are we strangers? I mean he did hit me with a car... does that make us close?

"Y-your mom did this to you?" He asked in French and I fought back urge to roll my eyes. It took a while for me to figure out what he said and I relied with,

"Yeah but it's ok" back in French. He ran his hand gently across the stitches that had been there from my cut but they looked nicer and it looked like the person knew what they were doing.

I narrowed my eyes a little bit because of the pain I felt. He left and I felt cold again, I wanted him to keep his hands on my stomach, it felt like he actually cared about me, not some act he put on that would end in me feeling like someone stabbed me in the stitches.

He wiped his tears and came walking towards me again. But with medicine to put on my stomach, I was scared that it would burn but I stayed right there, his comforting hands were gonna be warming me up again, so I willingly stood there, following everywhere he went with my eyes.

He went on his knees and touched my stomach again, it's not weird... is it? Even though I know nothing about him, whenever he touches me, I feel a fuzzy feeling, not the type of fuzzy feeling you get when you're in love, but the fuzzy feeling of feeling safe...I think.

I've never felt 'safe' before, until this moment. He applied the medicine and it stung like crazy, I tightened up a bit and I guess he noticed, because  he rubbed my back while applying it.

After he was done, he stood up and looked at me. I opened my mouth to say something, but quickly closed it when he cut me off guard by hugging me.

I was stiff in his hold, until he hugged me tighter, and I let the feeling of being cared for take over, and I completely relaxed in his arms, forgetting that he was a stranger.

"I'm so sorry she did this to you, no one should have to go through this... how long has it been happening?" He said, going back to talking English.

"13 y-years" I said as I felt the tears forming in my eyes. He sighed and hugged me tighter.

"I know I'm a total stranger...but please, please come home with me. If you want you can go back home whenever, but just, stay for a little... I feel really bad." As he said that, my first tear escaped my eyes, freeing itself into the world.

I built up the courage to hug him back and I nodded. He hugged me even tighter, but for some reason, it didn't hurt at all, he was squeezing me like he wanted to me to pop. He rubbed my back and I completely broke down.
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