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Prologue

KALEIDOSCOPE: PROLOGUE

I.

CHITTAPHON

It was a one afternoon in the middle of the cold winter season.

I just woke up from my deep slumber with a high fever that fortunately gotten low that time because of my two days straight rest.

The cold and freezing breeze deliberately fondle on my previous pale skin.

That moment I knew I wasn’t dreaming nor hallucinating.

That moment, I knew I was completely conscious of my surroundings.

But as I open up my eyes from it’s long rest, nervousness and fear immediately spread all throughout my entire senses and body.

I can’t see any color except for the somber color of black and white.

My lips started to tremble in the combination of fear and sadness that have engulfed me, tears escaped from my already swollen and turgid eyes, I could feel every drop of liquid slowly flew down on my pinkish cheeks. Soon, my hasty and heavy breathes turned into sobs and weeps, my grasp on my blanket tighten more like I'm holding onto a rope as the pressure and anxiety continue to taut around my neck as I remembered how the fearsome, raspy, and deep voice of someone echoes in my mind, almost like my conscience are saying something to me. The only difference was the voice casted some sort of an atrocious curse into me.

And I knew, that moment, there’s no use of any lights or candles in this darkness that I’ve been trapped in.

Because I knew that black and white were going to be my new sightseeing starting from that day.

II.

Time and days quickly passed by just like a blink of an eye. My junior high school year has ended at last.

I can hear laughs, chatters, and cries at the same time echoing at the whole auditorium, and the noise somehow continued to irritate me.

“Aye, Jungwoo! Where are you going to study at your senior high? SM University sounds good to me. Let’s go there together dude!”  A voice of a teen boy asked as he ended his question with a deep giggle.

High school? Oh right, my hardships are not yet over.

“Uhm, at school?” A soft voice sarcastically answered followed by a gentle chuckle.

“Yah! I’m being serious here, ‘ya know!”

I let out a hefty sigh as I bit my bottom lip.

I wish I could make that soft and so genuine laugh too.

But I know that it’s impossible,

Because I can’t see their true colors.

I can’t see if they’re laughing or smiling with me,

I can’t see if they’re already judging or making fun of me,

I can’t see if everything is truly real or just a part of my wide imagination.

And last but not the least,

I can’t feel anything at all.

I’m overly exhausted and tired of everything.

“Hey, how ‘bout you?” The deep voice suddenly spoke again.

For the second time, I let out a sigh again as I swiftly stood up from my seat.