My Healing Forever

CHAPTER 4

It was 8:30 at night when I suddenly felt an urgent need to pee, so I hurriedly went to the toilet.

I carefully got down from my bed, grabbing my hoodie to ensure I wouldn't wake my roommates with my movements. I also grabbed my mini flashlight since it was too dark to see without it. As I reached the toilet, I went to open the door, but it was locked.

"Why would they lock this toilet for trainees?" I muttered, continuing to twist the knob, but it remained locked.

I tried to find other ways to open it, but my flashlight accidentally flashed, revealing a sign indicating that the toilet was out of water and currently being refilled at this hour. The text suggested proceeding to the nurse's toilet, which would take a few minutes to reach.

I sighed in frustration; as much as I wanted to go back to sleep, my bladder was demanding relief.

Reluctantly, I made my way to the other side's toilet, which took me five minutes to reach. As I approached, I slowed my walk when I heard a girl crying inside.

I felt a pang of panic; was I about to encounter a real-life horror story? I wanted to turn back, but I knew I couldn't hold it any longer.

"You're brave, Lisa. You're soon to be Commander in your troupe," I encouraged myself.

I took a deep breath and slowly stepped forward. "I'm so tired of this," the girl cried from inside.As I reached the door, I paused when a blue t-shirt with her pajama and sleeper girl with a bowed head hugging both of her knees. My fear changed into worried expression seeing a girl is crying in a toilet.

I approached her cautiously, my heart pounding with a mixture of concern and fear. "Are you okay?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

The girl noticed my presence and slowly lifted her head to look at me. My shock was palpable; it was the same girl I had encountered during the baseball incident and at the toilet the other day.

Why did I keep crossing paths with her? Not that I minded, but it felt strangely coincidental.

Her red eyes were filled with tears, and my worry for her deepened. I felt an overwhelming urge to comfort her, to offer some solace, even though we were strangers. But I hesitated; who was I to intrude on her pain? She might misconstrue my intentions and think I was being intrusive.

"Please just do your thing and get out," she weakly pleaded, her voice tinged with pain.

Respecting her request, I entered one of the cubicles, feeling a sense of relief as I finally relieved myself. But thoughts of the girl lingered in my mind. Should I just leave her be and pretend nothing happened? Or should I reach out and offer some form of support, even though we were strangers?

I flushed the toilet and stepped out, feeling torn between my desire to help and my fear of overstepping boundaries. My brain was in turmoil, and my heart raced uncontrollably. What was happening to me?

She was still sitting there, hugging her knees, although the tears had ceased. But her eyes betrayed her pain, and I couldn't ignore the ache in my chest at the sight of her distress.I silently washed my hand and dried them on the dryer.

Should I just leave or maybe she need to be alone just like what she said as a stranger I should respect that.

I reached into my hoodie pocket, preparing to leave, when I felt something soft inside. Pulling it out, I realized it was the handkerchief I had been searching for, the one I had been using  during training, I didn't expect it was here when I did my laundry back home. It felt like a sign.

Glancing at the girl, who was still lost in thought, I felt an inexplicable urge to offer her the handkerchief. Stepping forward, I stood in front of her and extended it towards her.