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Help me

Darkness. That's the first thing I saw. It was cold, and dark. Everything was a blur to me. My unconcious mind can't grasp the scenes around me.

Where am I?

I'm lost. I won't be able to see the light again. I will be blind forever. Nobody is willing to lend a hand. Nobody.

Well. Of course. They can't see me. I'm dead.

For once in my lifetime I've never step out of this place. The cold stale walls are my home. The corpes are my friends. Never once where I tried to talk. I hummed. But never speak reasonable words.

I don't know how to talk. I don't know what words are. I will never learn. Dead souls whispering through the night keeps me from boredom. Though I don't understand what they are murmuring.

Bits and pieces of my life before in the mundane world came reflecting in my dead eyes. Everyday its the same routine. I woke up from my grave and this came to shoot me like its telling me to remember something. Like a movie. A picture movie. One that will haunt me to death again.

Curling my half cut off fingers and I leaped to the air. The chilly breeze is enough to calm my unbeating heart.

The cemetary is located far away from the city lights. It is in the forest sourrounded by enormous sagging trees. Most people would be creeped out but I am thankful for this place to be so hidden. Luminosity usually burns me. A burning sensation that I couldn't understand.

The crippling of my skin can be seen and heard. But I cannot feel any form of pain.

Gliding through the air I sat down on the window sill. Thinking of my freedom. When will I be free? Why am I dead? How can I not know who I am? What am I?

That's it. Those questions. All the answers are here.

I will never be free. This chains that tied up my arms and legs keeps me from escaping.

I did not survive the past life.

Of course I know who I am. The gravestone says it all.

(Y/n) (l/n)

Born in Seoul, Korea

Life taken by a fire

Saved a child's life in
exhange of her life.

There it is. The answers are written and craved on the tomb.

But why. Why do I feel incomplete. Like the answers here are not enough.

I need more. More information than this. I need to know who I am. Who I was.

Therefore, I need to get out.

I knew this. I knew I had to escape this hell.

But a feeling carved deep inside my chest. Kept on whispering over and over that I will not make it. That death awaits me again. Quivering in fear is the best thing for me. That is what I deserve.

Deserved.

I remember that I was an unobedient and troublesome child. One of which a parent can throw away without hesitation. For 8 years this continued of me being abused.

That was all my non-funtioning brain can depicture.

Flying over the gate, I flew into the dark clouded sky.

And off I went into the brightness.

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Just keep flying, (Y/n)! Just keep flying! Don't give up just yet!

Mentally cheering is low for ghosts but I am exhausted right now. I am currently diving between trees and rocks just so I can excape from those nasty exorcists. Hiding behind a huge house in the woods, I finally relaxed when I didn't hear any sound of running boots. Panting hard, I flew up to the roof and lay down.

'Wait. I don't feel. Why the hell am I panting.'

For the past years and counting, (Y/n) had been travelling and exploring the forgotten world.

(Y/n) relaxed on the roof once more when she heard the whispering of one particular spirit getting louder.

'Hey' , the spirit murmured.

'It's been a while' , (Y/n) smiled.

'I promise to stay by your side, remember?'

'Yes. Of course I remember' , (Y/n) replied, the once missing pieces of the puzzle are now replaying themselves in both their eyes.

'You saved me from that. You saved me, (Y/n)'

'So you decided to return the favour in the afterlife?' (Y/n) said, giggling a little.

'Well it couldn't be helped, (Y/n). I love you' , the spirit whispered, grinning.

'I love you too, Saeyoung'