Chapter 1

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December 25th 2018 : 3 A.M.

I opened my eyes in a cold room, a bright light was the first thing i see.

"Where am i ?" I asked myself.

My body was hurting everywhere. I felt a warm, strong grasp on my left right hand. With all of my strength, i turned my head to the right and saw a woman sleeping with a curly black hair.

Turned my head to the left and i saw a large window with a remarkable scenery of the night sky, it was the most beautiful thing i have ever seen.

I tried to break free from this woman hand but my action ended up with her waking up.

She looked at me with teary eyes and embraced me with a hug immediately.

I was so confused, i don't even know her. I pushed her away and asked

"Who are you ? and where am i ?"

Looking shocked she said

"Honey what are you saying? I'm your mom, this is not the time for jokes, look at yourself!"

I was speechless, having a second thought, i don't even know who i am. Freaked out, i tried to pull out whatever attached to my hand. But this woman was holding me back and screaming for a doctor.

A bunch of people come in and pushed me to the bed, the doctor pulled out a syringe and stick it in me, i had chills all over my body and started to feel really relaxed and sleepy.

"Doc, what happened to him? he doesn't seem to..."

That was all i heard, before i started to fade away in my sleep.

The next day, i woke up into a room with lots of sunlight coming in. I looked around me and there was no one here with me, i sat up and take a deep breath.

I tried to remember how did i end up in here and who i am actually, but nothing came up, i can't seem to remember anything,  my head felt really empty.

All of a sudden the door to my room were opened. It's the same woman who were with me last night, but this time she came with a girl. The both of them looked at me with teary eyes, i can tell that they are trying not to approach me.

"Who are you guys?" Was the first thing i say.


To Be Continued...





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