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My hero-Luhan

 You can imagine any band or bias in different bands it doesn't have to be EXO. I had to do this story for English so I ended up doing a Luhan story. Done by PeaceKpop. ENJOY!!!
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Blood surrounded my car and me. With blurred vision I saw a silhouette with pink hair and a white scarf, then I blacked out. I didn’t know how I got myself in this situation. It all started from my parents and I fighting. I brought a guy friend over to my house for a project. I was best friends with him with another girl named Juvia. When we entered my house, I was bombed with questions. I promised I would continue my project despite my friend being there. They demanded I study in my room. We studied for 2 hours. It was a Saturday morning and then waved and said, ‘Bye.’ He left and I closed the door behind him. The project was due the following Wednesday. I ushered him to the door.

After he left, I was dragged by the hair by my dad into the living room and was thrown to the floor with a thump. He came from the kitchen with a shard of glass in his hand. He came closer and I backed away. My mum tried to stop but that devil threw her onto the side as well. He chucked the glass into my hand. It immediately started to bleed heavily. I got up with a sore hand and slapped him across the face. The prominent mark of my slap remained on his cheek.

I didn’t know if that was a good decision or not at that time, but what I knew was I couldn’t handle this anymore. This was a daily routine for my mum and I getting beaten up by my ‘father’. I grabbed my car keys and walked out of the house. At that time, I knew it wasn’t a bad decision. I drove the car to who knows where. I passed many people but I kept driving, I eventually arrived at the countryside, the only place I knew I was safe and open.

I hung out with my mum a lot when I was young. I also met a young boy with dark brown hair there. We hung out a lot and I started to develop a mini crush on him. However, my dad found out. He was furious and moved us to the city. I never met him after. I kept on driving with the horrifying flashback about what happened replaying over and over.

I didn’t realise a truck coming towards me. I tried to stop the car but the brakes failed. The truck hit the left side of my car. Luckily I was on the right side yet more damage happened to me than the car. Next thing I knew, my ears detected deafening noises of sirens and people shouting. I was pulled out of the car in a critical condition. I blanked out. After a long while, I woke with a bad headache with a whiff of antiseptic liquid. I checked my surroundings and realised I was in a hospital.

‘Why was I here?’, I thought.

The door creaked and in came a nurse holding my report. She asked for my details. She left and once again the door creaked, but this time a boy around my age arrived. I looked at him in confusion wondering who he was.  I avoided his stare and looked at my hands. I breathed a deep gasp of air as I came to realisation what had landed me here. In this stuffy room, with injections, with other sick and injured people.

I looked at him and spoke, ‘Thank you for saving my life’. I expected him to say something like ‘It;s okay, but you’re now in debt of me’, most of the people I met treated me like this but something about this guy told me he wasn’t like the others, like he was somehow different. Instead of what I expected,  he plainly chuckled at my shyness and said, ‘It’s okay’.

I looked up to find him staring at me. Our eyes met. There was a sudden spark coming from his eyes. We kept staring at each other when the door opened and the doctor came in. We broke our gaze with slight blushes on our cheeks. The doctor did some tests to make sure my legs and arms were working. She said I could leave at the end of this week. I saw the food on top of the table next to me I always hated the taste of hospital food.