Wake Up

Chapter 14 : Him

Jeongguk's P.O.V.

Here I sit, in this world of silence. Cross legged, elbows perched on my knees and chin rested between my palms.

It's dark... it's quiet... it's lonely.

Lonely... That word seems to describe me most nowadays. This lonely, heart-crushing place seems to enjoy watching me suffer quietly. The atmosphere, in its own way, seems to be anthropomorphic, a soulless being who's the literal definition of a "sadistic."

What's the use of being here, huh? What's my body trying to tell me? What's the entire universe trying to say? That it hates me and enjoys watching me die slowly?

Why can't I move my own damn body? Why can't I simply wake up like any other dream, forget that all of this ever happened, and be held by Taehyung's arms? Is that too much to ask for?

Look at this, my own limbs won't even function properly to my nerves. I wish I could just will myself awake. But how come I can't?

Truth said it was because I was the one who's holding myself down.

Now why would I want to do that? Why would I want to be stuck here and have nothing to do?

Oh right... it's maybe because I'm fucking scared. "I'm fucking scared" of the world that lies awake around me, so my body just decides to stay asleep. Wow, what a great fucking reason that is, Truth. Got any more reasons why I don't want to get out of here?

And where's that damn key you spoke of? You said there was a key hidden somewhere in these worlds that could help me get out of this place. Where is it? Where the fuck is it?

What type of key is it? Does it have a physical form or is it some type of hidden metaphor that I'm too dumb to see, too stupid to realize?

Do I have to physically do something to get it or do I need to mentally think and find a way out of this place with the power of fucking imagination?!

This is bullshit! All of this is fucking bullshit!

Everywhere I go is blank. Everywhere I turn, it's filled with nothingness.

I've walked days and days, confronted the beings whom Truth says I've created in my imagination. I found nothing useful on how to get out of this place. The only knowledge I gained from doing this searching and confronting is that the world is living and evolving around the Sun, striving and surviving, living a fucking life. But I, and a thousands of others, are fucking stuck here in this god damn coma without any given single reason as to why.

And speaking of my imagination, how and why did I create these beings inside my head? Why would I want a World of Darkness filled with nothing but people who want me dead?

Why am I stuck here? Why did I deserve this? Why is my own body betraying me?

These questions and thoughts circle my head, leaving me in more confusion and frustration.

Nothing seems logical, nothing seems right. Everything keeps going down hill and I can't seem to fix any of it.

I let out a sigh.

I feel tired... tired of just everything.

"Tired you say? Pfft, imagine being stuck here for the rest of your fucking life!"

I whip my head around, looking straight at a figure who's voice I just heard.

The figure presents itself as a silhouette, a strange fog surrounding its presence. Eventually, the fog fades away, leaving me a clear vision of the man who stands before me.