Luhan's Point of View
It felt as if someone emptied a gallon of gasoline into an engine somewhere inside my body as I ran. I didn’t see anyone. Not even a figure lying beside the path, or anyone sitting. I reached the small pond near my dorm and sat down, tired. There was only the sound of birds chirping; the breeze ruffling the leaves of the trees.
And suddenly, bubbles began to explode on the pond’s surface. My head quickly diverted to the pool of water as I ran over to it. Ducks that were in the water flapped away as water rippled and something burst to the surface. I looked at the figure standing before me.
She brushed away the long black hair that covered her face, and coughed continuously. The dress she was wearing was wet and clung to her body, showing off her perfect curves and general slim figure. Her skin was fair and water droplets ran down her arms as she looked up. Her eyes and mine widened at exactly the same time. My heart raced as I stared into her eyes.
Cha An.
She was covered in bruises, and one of her eyes was black. A trail of blood ran down her face from her head as she limply waded out of the water. She was coughing, sneezing, and coughing. I ran to her just as she looked up faintedly and breathed out slightly before her limbs gave way and she collapsed onto the grass.
“Help me.”
I quickly kneeled down to her body as I felt for a heartbeat. It was soft, and beating slow, but she was still alive. I pulled her into a bridal style and ran towards the secret entrance back to my dorm.
There was a path next to the rosebushes that was hidden by large rocks. Ivy was overgrown there, but you could easily flip it out of the way. I discovered it with Se Hun a year ago. The ground was grass, and the air was damp, but at the end there was a wooden door on brass hinges that lead into a secret staircase into the dorm. I’m kind of scared if those girls find this pathway, for it leads into Kris’ closet.
Rushing up the stairs in the dusty light coming from above, I reached the end of the staircase and swung open the door. Despite, being unconscious, she coughed softly, continuously.
It just happened to be that Kris was doing his forty-minute routine of “What should I wear?” half-naked. As I burst into the closet he jumped five feet in the air. “Holy shit!”
His eyes widened as they fell on me carrying a drenched girl in my arms. Okay, so yeah, I know this is something you’d probably never see in your lives, but I, Lu Han of EXO, am carrying a unconscious, coughing girl in my arms. Savor it while you can, because this is probably never going to happen again. “W-what the- what? WHAHT? WHUT. What the heck are you doing, hyung?” Kris asked, bewildered. Geez, I’m confusing everyone today.
“No time!” I rushed past him, out the closet, out Kris’ room, out his dorm and ran into the living room, right into the sights of the other ten. Everyone’s heads turned to me as I laid Cha An on the couch, and wiped the wet bangs away from my face. “Where’s the emergency kit?” I asked as I looked up.
TEN huge pairs of eyes looked back at me. Even Se Hun had looked up from his book and turned to face him. D.O just sighed and took another bite. “He’s been acting weird all morning. waking up early, running around at six, carrying a girl into this dorm- next thing you know he’ll want to dye his hair black.”
“Well hello? Is anyone going to help me and this unconscious person right here?” I asked. Several of them got up to help me. The others seemed paralyzed at their seats.
“Is that-?” Baek Hyun asked, still a little dazed. He stared at her face.
“Yeah, it’s Cha An.” I responded. I was very worried, and flicked my wet bangs away again.
‘What happened to her?” Chan Yeol asked, towering over the both of us as he looked down at Cha An, coughing on the couch.
“She was beat up. And somehow she came out of the pond near our dorm. I was… uh… reading,” I explained, before looking back at Cha An, her wet hair clinging to her pale face. Lay entered the room with the Emergency Kit. We moved away from the girl. Lay always knew how to fix us if we ever got hurt, because going to the infirmary was like telling the world we were injured. Next thing you know, people are sending in giant “Get Well Soon, Oppa~!” teddy bears and all that gunk.
Lay sat down next to her. Cha An was coughing quietly. He then proceeded to fix her. I don’t know how-to describe it, because it was almost like magic. It was like she healed instantly after his touch. We all watched as he checked her heart rate, and cleaned her cuts and bruises. After a few minutes, he stood back up.
“She should be okay in a few hours. Or days, but certainly not a week,” Lay told us, his face in a slight grimace. “She needs to rest though.”
I looked at Cha An, sleeping on the couch. Her coughing had subsided, and there was a towel on her pale forehead. “Should we go to class?” Kris asked. “It’s nine.” We all looked at each other, then scrambled for school. A breeze blew through the open window, and sunlight shone through, landing softly on the girl who’s scars had begun to heal ever so softly.
Cha An’s Point of View
My head hurt. My body ached.
It’s like my eyelids are too heavy for me to open. Where am I? In heaven?
Just as I was about to give up and drift back to the darkness of my sleep, my eyes fluttered open and I was faced with a bright white ceiling. Was I back in my dorm? One of my eyes were bruised, I know that for a fact. Then I realized I was lying on a couch. It was soft, and a navy silk blanket covered my body. There was a cloth on my head.
I was not at home.
Sitting up, I felt a head rush as my body swayed. Placing a hand on the couch and one on my head, I squeezed my eyes shut as the memories came back to me.
Yelling. Girls screaming. The pounding of metal on my body and head. The rush of coldness as the water hit me, as I was thrown in. The giggling of a female as she unwound the scarf from around my neck. The pain of high heels against my stomach. The pain.
“You are such a slut,” the girl sneered. “You’re so pathetic.” The metal bat was swung against my leg and I fell onto the floor.
“Yah!!! Get up!!! What are you doing there on the floor?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH LU HAN OPPA’S SCARF.” The bat was swung again and someone kicked me in the head. My face hit the stone path, but I couldn’t feel anything. It was like I went numb. They pounded me, and I couldn’t feel anything.
It was like watching my body get beat up while my soul was standing a meter away. I couldn’t feel anything. I knew my body was going to fail any moment now. My eyesight and hearing was getting hazy as I coughed. Blood hit the floor.
I remember being half-awake as someone carried me to the pond near the dorm I was going to visit to return that scarf to its owner. My friend.
I remember being half-awake as someone wrenching the scarf from my neck to someone’s giggles. The group of girls looking down at my body and muttering curses.
I remember jus day was being half-awake as they tossed my body in the lake, the cold rush of water and the giggle of bubbles as I sunk. I was too tired to swim up. I was too tired to feel. I was too tired to try to breathe .
I was too tired.
And all of a sudden, I felt my body jerking itself upward, towards the surface, my soul’s eyes conveying a series of aquas, light blues, and navy as I burst into the light of day.
I remember wiping the wet hair out of my face with cold, pale, numb hands. The elegantly cut fingernails pushed away the black strands, each touch felt like I was pricking my fingers over and over again with a tack. The eyes of a deer was what I remember encountering as I dragged myself out of that watery grave, I remember the head rush.
And the massive amount of excruciating pain pounding down on my shoulders as I blacked out.
