Each night she went out to look at the stars, counting every one in it's glory. One night she saw a boy who took his naps outdoors, she started counting his stars instead.
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Her eyes peeked open an intense light shining on them. She thought to herself that she joined the stars. Blinking a couple more times letting her eyes adjust, a room of all white. She looked around to see her profile on the chair near her.
Reaching till she had it in her grasp, a sigh before opening the nilla folder. She saw that her arms were bruised and fingers were bandaged.
She wanted to forget, closing it back up, how traumatizing and disgusted she felt knowing those filthy hands were all over her.
"Miss Yoon, are you awake," A doctor that look like he was in his early twenties.
"Yes," she spoke barely above a whisper.
"You're probably wondering how you got here? Someone brought you here," he said.
She nodded, "who?"
He shrugged and sat on her bed placing a hand on her thigh, "someone who didn't deserve you."
"Y-you aren't a doctor," she said, an evil chuckle left his chapped lips.
"Let me just have some fun," he spoke quietly.
The fear in her eyes, she couldn't let it happen to her before could she scream his big hand covered her mouth. The door opening couldn't be heard over her protests, he was pulled away by security. She let out choked sobs as security took him away, she was left with someone else in the room that she didn't notice before.
They brought a chair close to her and the tray-like table, she turned to him frightened. He looked up at her from where he sat and gave her a smile.
"I didn't know what to get you so I bought apple juice," he said, the deep voice that sounds almost familiar.
He set an apple juice box and tried to get the wrapper off the straw. His eyebrows knitted as he tried to open it, he did a tiny celebration when he finally did it and gave her the juice box. She hesitantly grabbed the box and took a sip.
She looked at him, his cheeks were chubby and dusted with freckles, they reminded her of the stars because like the stars they were diverse.
"You shouldn't be here," she mumbled, his face fell hearing her words.
"Why not," he asked.
"I'm not someone, you should be with, you'll get hurt," she said.
He pouted, his plump lips tugged at her heart, "I wanted to protect you."
She wanted him to stay, she said what she could form him to do so. She smiled, "I'm Mija."
