Caution!
The author lacks a lot of writing skills. If you do not like to read please do not read.
This morning, I woke up in my bed and came out to my living room.
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I feel bad. I am miserable.
Yes, I had a nightmare. Fifteen years ago, the boys who bothered me laughed at my "irreplaceable" flaw. Nobody helped me and I had to fight them alone.
'Too many people...!'
Of course, I woke up in the middle, but it remained.
"...." Out of the room, I saw CountryHumans sitting on the couch watching television.
Britain looked at me and said, "Lutia, your hairstyle is a mess."
"I know," I answered in a weak voice. Then he seemed a little surprised.
"....Lutia....?"
Everyone looked at me in his voice.
"......I'm sorry... I... I'll sleep a little bit more..." I turned and headed to the bedroom.
"Did you have a bad dream last night?" He asked.
"..........I had a nightmare....."
Third Reich murmured, "Huh, I'm the first to hear that an idiot nerd had a nightmare."
"Uh... what is it...? Can you tell me?" The Korean Empire approached and asked.
I took a breath and replied:
"......The boys who have been bothering me in the past have bothered me in my dreams. They laughed at the shortcomings that I couldn't fix. For example... incurable... "
"...So you were suffering..." He said I nodded.
"Once we're ready for breakfast, you go into the room and comb your hair first."
I went into the bathroom. The messed up hair was unwound again, combed and rubberized. Finally, I washed my face at the sink and came out of the bathroom.
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"Lutia, I'm curious about your past. How terrible is your past?"
At 1 pm, everyone except Third Reich and me entered the room, he asked my past.
When did my nightmare begin...
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I thought elementary school was the worst of my life. Teachers who were indifferent to me with disabilities and who wanted to control me, and those who bothered me and teachers, tried to control me by referring to me as a 'problem'. Everyone did it. I remembered the name of the boy who took me to hell among those who didn't care about me.
「Jong-Hoon Park」
The boy stained my painting of my father who died of stomach cancer, and I could not forgive him. Cursed beyond hate.
「Revenge is the Red Wish that blown away into the sky」
Hate and revenge slowly broke my feelings. Without knowing it, my mother left me as a junior high school student who had just been ADHD. The high test scores that replaced my happiness did not come to me. No, it was like a deal with the devil.
「Defects, lack of skills, lack of ability, deformities, emotional errors, rejects-」
Hearing my story, he said: "Have you tried to overcome them?"
Then I shook my head. "No, all of those attempts failed. I'm trying to forget these."
「Forget to HUGE SCARS (Traumas)」
I picked up a piece of apple on a plate and ate it.
"...The wound was unforgettable..." he said.
Pluto... My beloved planet and my most respected being. The king of the underworld is wound around the sun even if he is wounded by humans. I laughed as I talked about Pluto and said, "I wouldn't have been here without him."
"That's it. You resemble it."
"What?"
"You look like him, it's a lot too." He bit a piece of apple.
I thought so too. I and Pluto are equally hurt by humans.
"Human life is like that, not just straight roads, but uphills and downhills, crossroads and winding roads, and curved roads. And real life is a mixture of all these roads, Right?"
....Where did he pick up these words?
"It's like that too. People's life is colorful. Speed and direction, even colors are all different ...."
"So it's like that ...."
He stroking My Head I felt like a small child.
"Don't be afraid of that. You're the right answer to live like you."
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Fanfiction망가진 뇌의 영원한 상상 Tada! Introducing my OCs and Stories that contain my delusion. Caution! : I use Naver Papago Translator or Google Translator! There may be a mistranslation.