When I Opened My Eyes (Yugyeom)

Prolouge

I lay on my bed as usual. Facing my white ceiling, thinking about life.

Why?

I ask myself.

I'm struggling.

I clutch my chest.

I can't breathe.

I should've listened. I should've listened to omma when she told me to take my medication.

I must find omma or oppa.

Appa wasn't home.

I can't call for help.

I stumble off the bed and make my way to the stairs, successfully climbing down.

Omma... Oppa... Help me.

My body grew weaker as I held on to every breath. I don't want to die yet. My legs gave in underneath me. All I can do now is crawl.

I gasped holding on to the little life I had left.

Within a matter of minutes I had been surround by darkness.

I don't want to die.