The moment you were born you were rejected by the world. By adults, by children, even by your biological parents, you were unessential to everyone's life. You were given to a Christian orphanage a few days after your birth. When you arrived you were given your own room. The room was made of brick, no windows, no light, you were left in a dark room all to yourself. No one ever visited you, except for a diaper change when you were a baby, and also to feed you. You were hidden from all other infants and children living there as a baby till the age of 18. Until the age of 7, you never understood why no one gave you the slightest amount of acknowledgment. You were held hostage, not by the orphanage, but by evil spirits. Ever since your first experience with them all other experiences have intensified, your body reeks of an evil aura. Yet there is no medication, no doctor, no god, no person to save you from your life.
From the very first encounter with these spirits till the most recent will be cemented into your memories till death. They enter in your body, restricting you from any movement, from any oxygen. These spirits enter you enraged, causing any harm they want. They attack your body externally and internally. They take over your vision only allowing you to see black, they squeeze your lungs till you are left with barely an ounce of oxygen to keep you alive. They scratch your body till you bleed puddles of blood, they cover you with bruises. When leaving your body they release this blood curdling scream, that only you can hear. Yet they will never kill you, if you are dead they have no one to abuse. You were destined to a life of hell. No one can see your scars, no one can see the pain in your eyes, no one notices the horror you go through constantly. The spirits have the ability to change your outer appearance. What you see in the mirror after being attacked is different from what strangers see. You can only be rescued by a greater force, and it seems as if that doesn't exist. Each time they attack you, you wished deep down that they would finally kill you, but they won't.
You prayed each night to God hoping they would leave when you left the orphanage. You're 24 now, you left the orphanage 6 years ago, your faith in God has diminished. The only reason you're surviving by yourself today is the money your biological parents left behind for you when you turned 18. From what you were told by people who ran the orphanage, was that your parents want nothing to do with you. That's not what you were exactly told, you interpreted it in your own way. Your parents said that if things were different they could show you all the love in the world, so instead of that they left you a bank account with $100 million. Why they left you with that amount of money, you'll never know. But you can take a guess, and they must've known your future, you were 100% positive about that. You couldn't think of any other reason for them leaving you, no human could handle your life, and no parent would accept the fact their child was cursed.
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You've never seen the sun in your life, except for pictures. Your life was full of darkness literally and figuratively. Throughout each season you've never seen colors change, nature was dead, trees were dead, flowers were dead, the sea was always raging with waves. What was most noticeable to you was the emotions of others, emotions that you were never capable of having. Happiness seemed to be an emotion everyone enjoyed, smiling, laughing, care free, something you desire. Happiness will always be out of reach for you, but sadness and fear are emotions that resonate with you. They will never leave you. As much as you want to see the beauty of the world and the ability to smile, you weren't granted such a life.
Today like everyday was filled with dark clouds, and you were still a mess from last nights encounter. You went to the city today for shopping, anywhere you go you never found peace. Anxiety constantly filled you, but from the eyes of others you were a well dressed women, with a smile on her face, drenched with confidence. In reality, you could barely function, every limb of your body was covered with some sort of injury. You looked sickly, tears stained your face, and dried up blood coated the rest of your body.
"Can this all fucking end! I can't live this life anymore!" You screamed, but no one could hear as your actions were also masked by these spirits. You start sobbing uncontrollably, you are the epitome hell. "Just kill me, please kill me." You repeated this phrase over and over again, knowing your wish will never come true.
Trudging yourself through busy sidewalks, you felt a pair of eyes on your body. A man, around your age was staring at you from a bench on the other side of the road. He pointed his finger behind you, there was no need to look, you felt the presences of a spirit. The clouds that already surrounded you darkened, and you felt a harsh pressure on your chest. He looked back at you with a face full of concern. He can see the tears flowing down your face, he can see the bruises on your legs, he sees the mess you are. You found yourself looking at the faces of others, but he was the only one looking back at you. How does he see the spirits? How does he notice your pain? Could he save you?
"Help me." What you wished was a yell came out as a whisper. "Please help me," you used all the force you could to get those words out of your mouth. You began to lose control of yourself, your body stiffened, and your surroundings started fading to black. Oxygen was quickly leaving your body, but you could do nothing to save yourself. You felt what seemed to be invisible claws tear the skin of your back, which came along with warm liquid flowing down your body. You should be dead, you want to be dead, but you live you will always live. The screeches of these spirits, made your brain want to explode. You were struck from every angle of your body. Incapable of saving yourself, you took every hit and every tear to your body, all the pain consumed you. With the lack of oxygen you started dazing off, but you knew this wasn't the end of your torture.
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A hard shake of your body, and you suddenly regained your conscious. He was in front of you, he was the only one you could see, the crowds of people disappeared. When you focused your eyes back on his, they read fear, but how could he see you?
"Who are you? Where did everyone go?" You carefully spoke as any action arose your pain.
"My name is Changjoong," he replied not taking his eyes off of yours. "Just don't look away from my eyes, okay? I'll explain myself to you, and what's going on right now. I'm begging you to keep your eyes on mine."
Confused and afraid you listen to him. "Spirits torture me as well, but they attack me mentally. That was the first time I've seen one with my own eyes. Now, your the first person I've come across in my life with this similar issue. Right now you see no one but me, correct?"
"Yes," you responded.
"The spirits are in your head right now, people are surrounding us. There are vehicles speeding down the streets, you can't see the danger in front of you. When the spirits are in your head like this, they will make you go anywhere. They will make you do anything. The moment you take your eyes off of mine, these spirits can take you to a busy street. The spirits will make you invisible to any oncoming traffic, you will get hit, you will be stuck in the center of this road. At that moment, you will be aware of everything surrounding you, but you can't move. They won't kill you though, so don't be hopeful."
You were done, you were frustrated that you were stuck in misery for the past 24 years. You are forced to live this life of hell with no hope? Then what's the point of living, why can't you die, why can't the spirits leave, why you?
"What am I supposed to do then, huh? How am I supposed to live this shit life any longer? Is there anyone that can save us?" You responded bitterly.
"Close your eyes." He spoke to you irritated. "Close your eyes, and you'll see your life. You will be hit with all the pain you've faced so far, all of your memories will come back to your mind. What I can assume from just looking at you, is that you don't have a single good memory. You've never been happy, you've never felt love, but don't think that you're alone. Don't think that you're the only one going through this shitty life. I've never felt an ounce of joy in my life, it's only depression. I'm in dark hole that only gets deeper and further away from light every single day. I'm as lost as you are." He grabbed you by the shoulders and looked at you sternly, "You must realize though that, nothing can save us. Don't expect some angel, or some magical bullshit to take away these spirits. We can only protect each other."
