Make Your Life Miserable

The Stranger

[SANDARA'S POV]

The wind blowing sends shiver in my spine and here Iam, sitting alone on the swing at the park. My feet led me to the park, and I was drained out of energy from running. I remembered that this was the playground I usually spend time when I was a kid and when I needed a place to think, like what Iam doing right now.

It's 5pm in the afternoon, I don't mind coming home late, it's only going to be me and my brother who will be in the house anyway. This day gave me a mental breakdown. And I really feel sorry for Chaerin, I left her hanging in the mall and I really need someone who will listen to me.

I picked a pebble on the ground and threw it in the air. "Why should this be happening to me?" I really don't mind speaking to myself, I want to pour all those hatred and sadness out of me.

I picked a rock and threw it furiously. "ARGH! Why does it hurts so much?!" I feel like I was about to flip the world. I tilted my head downwards and a tear started to escape my weary eye. I am exhausted and tired. Please let me wake up from this nightmare. Screw this feeling.

"Because you love him...?" I was stunned, I looked at the stranger trying to offer me his handkerchief. I was staring at him blankly. "Come on, just take it." He opened my palm and gave the handkerchief.

"Who are you anyway? I don't talk to strangers."

"But you are talking to me right now." Gaaaah! Who is he anyway? Can't he see that I'm in the stage of devastation now?

"*sigh* I'm not in the mood to argue right now, so PLEASE. Just leave me alone."

"Hmm~ But you need a company now, right? In your situation, you need someone who will listen to you. And that's why I'm here!" He said to me with a cheery smile and raising his hands up in the air. What now? SEND HIM TO A MENTAL HOSPITAL JUSEYOOOOOO!

"Did you escape from the asylum or something? Jeez, you're giving me the creeps."

"I can't believe you are hard headed..." He tugged my wrist and began walking. "Wanna come?"

"Where?! I mean WHAT?! Who are you?! Don't take me anywhere! We barely knew each other!" But he didn't take a glance at me nor pay attention to me.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAH! LEAVE ME ALONE! OR ELSE I'M GONNA SHOUT 'RAPE'! YAAAAAAAAH!"

"AISH! JUST SHUT UP! I'M NOT GOING TO RAPE YOU! IN YOUR DREAMS!" Then he motioned me to his motorcycle. He picked his helmet and put it on to my head. "Just hop on."

"NO! I won't get on your bike unless you tell me where to go!" I said firmly. Hell, I won't be his puppet, not to a stranger!

“Let’s just say I’m gonna take you to a better place where you can think further. It’s not nice to cry out your feelings here, I’ll take you somewhere.” Hmm, he got his point. I do not intend to ugly sob here, it’s pretty embarrassing you know.