Empty (Punch sequel)

Prologue

Black.

Everything around me was black!

I couldn't see anything, however, I was sure that my eyes are wide open!

It was so dark. So dark that my eyes couldn't recognize what was around me.

And I was scared!

I didn't know why, but I hated the darkness. It made me shiver in fear.

Panicking, I reached my hand to my face to cover it, but it didn't move it was tied up behind me, tightly, not giving me the chance to move even an inch.

My throat felt dry. I gulped down my dry saliva, which hurt so much. My hands started to get clammy and I tried to calm my ringing heartbeats.

I could feel my heart screaming against my rips and hear it in my ears.

But it didn't listen to me.

Scared!

I was so scared!

My body started to shake violently as I could feel the sweat draining down my back. I could hardly breathe.

Suddenly a flash of yellow glow started at the end of the hall, hurting my eyes. I had to close my eyes tightly before opening them slowly, to figure out what the light was. And when I knew, I panicked more.

Fire

I have to run, but I couldn't. I was tightened up in the chair and couldn't move.

It glowed and increased, making its way toward me like a hungry tiger.

I closed my eyes tightly and screamed, hoping for one person to come and save me.

A person that I only knew by heart.

I couldn't remember who it was but he always came and save me. I knew it because I felt it.

But no one came and the fire is getting closer and closer and...

The sound of my scream echoed through the place, it was hollow and empty, as if I was screaming in an empty large hall. Another voice interfered, snapping me from my fear and the vision of the fire started to fade away slowly.

"Minyoung! Minyoung" the voice kept calling. That familiar voice that puts you at ease. The voice that had always called me when I become lost.

"Wake up, Minyoung."

My eyes snapped open, and I gasped as I took a hard heavy breath. When my vision cleared up, a worried expression welcomed me.

He was wiping my sweat away with his hoodie sleeves and caressed my cheeks with his soft big hands.

When I was in coma, I had always felt a hand stroking my face and my hair. I didn't say that to him, because I knew he would be embarrassed, but I was glad he always was there.

The guilt engulfed me as he kept murmuring sweet assuring words to me. "You are okay", "I'm here." and "don't worry anymore."

I made him worry again.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hugged him, making him lean into me, in an uncomfortable and awkward position.

"It was that dream." I choked. My body was still shaking violently, like a phone on vibrate.

"I know." He sighed and took a place next to me, lying down on the bed. He knew because I have been having this dream since I woke up. The doctors said that my mind was trying to remember, but I was blocking it out.

Were my memories this painful, that I was refusing to remember?

He pulled me into his arms, letting my head rest on his chest as his arms wrapped around me protectively. And I took a deep breath, letting his smell comfort me.

I didn't know how I would survive alone without him by my side.

"Don't worry." he said, running his hand up and down my arms, placing a kiss on the top of my head. "I'm here, now. Everything is fine."

I'm grateful to him. I wouldn't be able to survive without him. I nodded, tightening my arm around his waist, but something seemed off.

I didn't know why I was blocking my memories

I felt like I'd forgotten about something important.

But I couldn't remember what it is.

And my heart was screaming, for my brain to remember!

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