❝If I ever went missing, I'll just be in Korea eating rice cakes.❞
Once again, they all laughed harmoniously. It's a joke they all laugh at during a toxic day at the hospital. The fantasies, her ambitious or rather presumptuous mouth was an entertai...
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TRIGGER WARNING: THIS IS NOT A HAPPY ENDING STORY. CONSIST OF STALKING, TRESPASSING AND OTHER OFFENSIVE ACTIONS.
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To be honest I've tried revising this book and changed the main characters five times before I made up my mind and finally published it.
The idea is crazy and might be offensive to some, that I was afraid to publish it at first. But now here it is. It's basically a story of how crazy it can get when your life is not sorted out well.And then there's your bias, doing his thaaaang! Bless your soul if you decided to continue.
To those who added this story on their reading list, Thank you. I hope you enjoy the story.
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Korea...
it's always been a dream.
But now it's a dream come true.
Then that dream was taken away from her.
At the hospital bed she lie awake. Lights are bright, blinding her as eyes flickered, adjusting to the white walls of the unfamiliar room that clearly isn't hers.
A man wearing a white long sleeves that looks like in his 40's approached the bed, probably knew that that she's awake.
"Good afternoon, Grace. I'm Dr. Edgardo, your Psychiatrist. Can you hear me?" He asked in his soft, comforting voice - like the others, they really think she'd fall for that. Giving him a blank stare, she nodded. She's just crazy, not deaf.
"Good, now I'll ask you one question. I hope you cooperate, can you do that, Grace?" He asked and she nodded again. Why can't he just ask her the question already? This is what she hates here, they're treating her like a child, she's not 7 years old for God's sake. How do they expect her to take them seriously if they're treating her like a dumb animal?
"Where's Koo Junhoe?" He asked, catching attention. He released a relieved sigh, probably because he figured out that she's already listening.
Is she really?
"Grace, this is important. You need to tell us where's Koo Junhoe? Where'd you hide him?" He asked again, seriously this time.
Right! Right! Right! They caught her. She put both of her palms to her nose to sniff his intoxicating scent, it stayed there. The feeling of his hair strands are still on her fingertips, how she misses it. Can she just say that there's a point in her life that Koo Junhoe was so close enough for her to touch, inhale him even. She giggled at the thought.
Dr. Edgardo impatiently reached for something inside his pocket, that seem to be his mobile phone. "She's not in the right mind to give an answer." And then he left. He left her with two nurses watching her closely.
Now she wondered, was she that irritating?
"I warned him." she muttered, leaving the nursed rushing towards her bed.
"What? What did you say?" The tall, skinny nurse asked, almost hunching her back just to hear what she's about to say.
"I warned him. I sent him a card before that day." she said recalling that day. She even bought a cute little card at the craft store where you can record your voice for at least 10 seconds instead of writing the message.
She was so excited, that her voice came out really perky and giggly. The exact words she said was,
