Destiny

Escape

It will be Hoseok's Point Of View but will be stated if otherwise. Enjoy! *Proofread*

Hobi
"Great news captain Hobi!" My teacher from the orphanage saluted making his way towards me. I beamed at his voice, ran to him and clung to him like a koala. "Woah- Hobi-ah please get off. You know I'm getting older and can't hold you any longer." He chuckled as he held me to straighten up. "As I was talking about a news, you're going to be in a family! Just think what you are going to do! You could live normally go to school Everyday and make new friends!"
He croaked as if fighting back tears.

"A new family..?" My smile fell off my face, furrowing my eyebrows. I've always wanted to have parents...what's up with the sudden mood?
How can I be so bipolar?

Before I could speak again, a man in a decent suit came walking through the doors of the dorm.
He was good looking and seemed to looked extremely rich, still eyeing him head to toe, not noticing that he  was already standing right before me, smiling warmly. The teacher reached out, what seemed like an adoption paper handing the man the paper. My hand must have have been in its own control because it pulled the end of the paper.

"Oh right, Hobi, this will be your new Father. I hope you take care good care of him." My teacher bowed to the man in suit and he bowed back.
"How...how can you let a stranger take me in?" I teared up. At that, my teacher cocked his eyebrows and gasped. "Hobi, what do you mean? You said you've always wanted to have a family right?" My teacher said which came out more of a Whisper. I shook my head as my hand tightened on the paper as I snatched it away from My teacher's grasp and cried, "I change my mind, I will never replace my family..ever! It's my fault they died anyways! I was a burden to them, I am a burden to everyone! Who would want to take in a rubbish like me??" I took in deep breaths not daring to look up at the two adults expression, tears still flowing down my puffy cheeks as I continued, "My Mother died giving birth to me, I never saw her before and my Father, because of cancer. Everyday I wake up, wishing all of this was just a nightmare."

Calming down I looked up at the man, to see his eyes full of love, care and gratitude, while the teacher in a state of shock. The man cupped my chubby cheeks and smiled. That made me instantly stop sobbing and dare my puppy eyes to his. His eyes told me everything: You will always be loved by me.

"If you don't want to, I will not." He man finally spoke, his voice softer than his appearance.
I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I didn't know what to do. It was my fault. I hesitated but handed him the paper, looking down in shame, cheeks wet from earlier with a tint of pink. I just made a fool of myself. What was I thinking?

"Um..then it's settled?" My teacher said awkwardly.
As he moved his eyes from mine to the man.
"Should I give you both time..? No?" My teacher sighed before getting up and telling my to be Father to pick me up in the afternoon.

I lied.

I didn't want to object because I didn't want to seem like a brat in front of him even though already I am.
Time passed really quick, only spending thinking deeply to myself. Momentarily, I came up with an idiotic idea I always wanted to do.

Escape.

I peeked through the small creak of the door and stepped out after seeing that the coast was clear.
Being really careful, for every step I took. I tiptoed my way to the store room. I knew that there was a window right above the stacked boxes. But I've never attempted to do this and it felt like I was escaping jail instead.

Once I reached the door to the store room. I turned the knob, to my luck, was still open. I stepped in and started stacking the boxes and repeating it until it formed a staircase as I went up, not thinking of the consequences. As I reached the last box, it suddenly shook and all the boxes copied and toppled down, letting out an audible noise, I on the other hand held on to the handle of the window.

"What's with all the ruckus?!" A few steps away, could be heard an angry teacher, his steps nearing as my heart rate catches up. Using all my strength, I pulled myself and out the window before the teacher stepped in and looked out the window, I ran for dear life.

I ran to what seem like nowhere, legs very soar as my sweat rolled down from my forehead to my eyes, blurring my vision and I was out of breath. I came across a road.

In the corner of my eyes, I though I saw my to be Father...with a small girl? She could be heard screaming, "Its my birthday!" As the man ruffled her hair and they stopped in front of an ice cream shop.

Not thinking twice, I ran across the road, and I deeply regretted doing that because a loud horning sound filled my ears as I turned to the source of sound and was blinded by a flashing light. But before I could react, I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders pushing me as I felt to the other side.

I cautiously stood up, not daring to look behind. But tears brimmed in my eyes threatening to fall as I looked at the scene before me. My Father....laying unconscious in the middle of the road, blood flowing non stop out of his mouth but he was still breathing, his chest heaving up and down.

I screamed, earning passerby's who were too busy to even notice that a man got hit, stopped their doing and as nosy as they can be, looked at the scene playing in front of them.
Instead of helping or calling the ambulance, they took pictures and videos.

"Hobi-ah" my Father whispered, having trouble breathing. "Please..please take of my sunshine for me." He whispered softly but still audible enough for me to hear. Sunshine? I shook him and cried but to no avail.

The girl from earlier came running and kneeled down beside my Father and cried, "Appa..i-it's not time for bedtime." She sobbed as she continued to shake him.
She suddenly looked up at me, eyes full of sorrow and hatred, as I widened my eyes.
"You...did you do this intentionally?" She whimpered I tried to speak but no sound came out of my mouth. "I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU! YOU MONSTER!" She suddenly screamed making me stumble backwards and ran once again..
Ran until the voices drowned down...

I panted as I took in steady deep breaths and ran my hand over my hair, closed my eyes and calmed myself down. My sweaty palms removed the blanket from me and got off the bed.
I made my way to the kitchen, grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and gulped it all down.
It was the 4th time I'm having this dream in a week and it's getting me on my nerves. I've even thought of visiting a therapist.

I sat down on a chair in the dining table, deep in thought. Why now of all time? Sunshine? I don't want to remember this, but why does this dream keep reminding me? Is there any escape?