[ xiáng yùhán - 翔御韩 ]
There was a notebook in his bag every single day, and I noticed it the first day woke up to a nightmare and meet him. Jiahao Liu- a very talkative and bright person despite having such cloudy brown eyes.
Dreams and nightmares are the reason people wake up- confused. The dream may be weird, funny, and or whatever but overall, you won't remember at the end. Somehow, I did.
It was a replay of a memory of mine. The memory of when I shot myself with a gun, thinking if the bullet just so happens not to kill me, I'd try harder to live better unlike before. But I couldn't because I had to pay the price.
As soon as the bullet shot, I felt immense pain yet instead of blacking out; I felt everything. I saw I was losing balance, so I panicked. I tasted blood running down my face and dropped to my knees. It was too much. I wanted help. But besides that, I wanted to die.
I was afraid of the gun the moment I pulled the trigger. I couldn't bring myself to touch it again.
Everything ran through my head like jumbled up words. As soon as I try to scream out, my raspy throat- it felt like it collapsed.
"̸͖̭͈̩̩̫̘͔̺̯̖̣̠̀̂̓̈́͊͊̉͋͑͝A̴̠̪͇̔͒̔́̍̽͝n̴̨̮̬͔̜͍̫̣͍̠͉͋͊̀̓̏͜͝͝y̸̛̩̙̘͙̟̱̳̦̮͓̟̦͍̔̓̈́̔̕̚͝ó̶̱͍̗̩͓̓̇͗͑͋́̆̚ṉ̷̮̪̜̮͕̳̌̋͋̕̕e̸̳͎̥̞͉͍͑̍́̀̃?̶̘͍̫̞̰̏̈́̑͛̒͘̕̕̚ ̴̜͈̯͓͋̌͋̽̋͐͗͐̈́͐́̚͘P̵̛̮̣̣̠̔̌̔̃̚͝ļ̵̻̜̓̎̄͆͗̓́́͗̕͝ę̶̧̭̲̮̻̘̯͎͔̣̘̔̀̑̈̋͑̊͊͗̎a̶͈̙͚̯͎̰̾́͒̋̾̏̒̿̅͘̚͝s̶̨̡̞̲̣͆̿̀́̕ͅȇ̷̟͈̲͇͕̻͉͙̦́̀͜ ̵̱͓̺̖̯͖͉͕̙͌̏̌̿̀͝͠h̸̤͓̬͇͍̣̮͍͈͖͎̀̑͑͐͆̉̒̐͝ͅȅ̶͚̬͈̘̙̭̠͍̐͂͐̑̀͌͘ͅl̷̞̼̥̔̀͐̉͊͋̾̆͑́p̸̡̧͕̻̮͕̜̖̠͓͠ ̸̧͖̺̭̌͋̍̔͛͂m̷̩̗̺̭͙̘̪̘̯̞̗̏̀͆͒̊͐͊͐͒́͊͜e̶̡͉͕̘̱̹̳͕̱̅̾͒͘͝-̴͖̂̃̍͑͂̊̏"̷̝̮̳͖̣̭̾̏
Instead of being confused about the dream I witnessed, it confused me about where I was when I woke up in an unfamiliar bed with warm blankets and the smell of a hospital.
I remember scurrying off of the bed, denying reality the moment I realized I was in the hospital, breathing. I told myself I needed to tell everyone I was all right. I wanted to hurt myself to wake up from this never-ending dream- but then someone else was in the room. Mr. Liu.
"Yuxi! Shh. Ge-Ge's here. It's all right!"
I cried as I heard those words. It came pouring out, all that relief and insecurities. It didn't matter that Mr. Liu was a stranger I met called himself Ge-Ge.
"刘家豪，你为什么在房间里? "
A week passed, and Jiahao Liu deemed that I could not talk because nobody came to visit me except Mr. Liu himself. Weird enough, hearing his name made me shiver.
He was a scary man with a dark past despite what I said. Jiahao meant "family" and "bravery."But his surname*- I shouldn't assume these weird things.
I shouldn't just have him lent me all of his books, knowing I wouldn't finish any bit. I shouldn't have him hang around the room, knowing I will have to deal with him sharing every one of his stories. And I know I shouldn't have talked because now, Mr. Liu thinks I'm an entirely different person from him because--
"因为对他来说，完全不说话的人相当于残疾儿童。"
It doesn't hurt. Any second now, I can speak to him, but I never did or else- I'm not sure. I'm still just afraid of how he'll treat me afterword. If he treats me the same, then there'd be no point.
[ the cover is from the manga totally captivated by yoo ha jin ]
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Count To Three
General Fiction[ COPYRIGHT @ 2018 ] When it's the day a "suicidal" man planned for his death, he falls into a deep slumber before finding himself in a hospital with a foul-mouthed stranger.
