Yeonjun's POV
Finally, I can breathe. For the first time in what feels like forever, I'm not suffocating under the weight of fear. Jisul is gone—sent to jail where he belongs. It's not just me he hurt; he tormented so many others. One brave girl finally stood up and confessed everything to the police. Her parents fought relentlessly to bring him down, and I owe them more than I can ever express. I will always be grateful to her, to them. I pray he never comes out.
Life is slowly returning to normal. Or at least, I'm trying to convince myself it is. I've started eating properly again—real meals, not just scraps to survive. I've begun focusing on my studies, putting effort into the future I thought I'd lost. I've started laughing again, though it feels foreign, like a sound I barely recognize as my own. On the surface, I'm becoming myself again, a normal person—or at least something close to it.
But beneath the surface, the scars remain. The bruises on my body have faded, but the ones carved into my soul still bleed. Those memories... they haunt me. Every night, without fail, they return. His face, his voice, the darkness, the pain. It all comes rushing back, suffocating me like it did before.
I've tried everything to forget. I want to move on, to leave that part of my life behind me. But no matter what I do, it follows me like a shadow I can't escape.
I sought help. I told myself I was strong enough to fix this, so I went to a doctor. They listened as I spoke, their face calm and patient as I described the nightmares, the sleepless nights, the fear that still lingers like a second skin. They prescribed pills—something to help me sleep. I clung to them like a lifeline, swallowing hope in tiny white capsules.
But hope didn't come.
The pills make me sleep, yes, but only when I take them. Without them, my nights are endless battles with memories that refuse to let go. My doctor asked me to keep a sleep log—to record how many hours I managed to rest each night. I did as they asked.
13/4/2022 - 3 hours
14/4/2022 - 1 and a half hours
15/4/2022 - 4 hours
16/4/2022 - 5 hours
17/4/2022 - 2 hours
18/4/2022 - 0 hours
19/4/2022 - 2 hours
The entries go on, stretching out across pages. Some nights, I find a little rest. Most nights, I don't. Even after more than a year, the numbers remain the same.
25/5/2023 - 3 and a half hours.
One year. One year since Jisul was dragged out of my life, but it still feels like he's here, like his shadow lingers in every dark corner. The nightmares haven't stopped. His voice still echoes in my head, his laughter a constant reminder of everything I went through.
I tell myself I'm fine. I try to convince others I'm fine. But deep down, I know I'm not. Visiting the doctor feels pointless now. The pills are just a crutch, not a cure. The sleep log is just a painful reminder of how much I've lost.
Sometimes, I wonder if I'll ever truly heal. If I'll ever be free from him, from what he did, from the person he turned me into. I've come so far, but the past still feels like it has its claws in me, dragging me back every time I try to move forward.
And yet, I keep going. Because I have to. Because there's no other choice.
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