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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

It was stormy and everything was inaudible because of the loud rain.

Blood gushing from her body to the empty road.

A knife through her chest, yet all I could do was stare.

It was like time stopped and I couldn't do anything.

'Run, and never turn back!'

I vaguely remember me thinking

'I'm a coward'

So I ran, and ran, and ran.

Until, I felt a sharp pain through my chest.

It was quick, yet the most painful.

I was gone, gone from this worl-

𝑺𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒍, 𝑲𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒂 - 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒚, 3:09 𝑨𝑴

I woke up, breathing heavily and sweat down my forehead.

I slowly got out of bed and made my way to my kitchen.

I grabbed a glass of water as I hold the sink and gulp the water down as if I was parched and longing for liquids.

'I haven't had this nightmare in a long time. Why is it coming back? I don't want to remember it! I can't!'

I say silently as continuous tears run down my face.

I was exhausted, since I had extra work the other day.

A part of me wanted to just shrug it off and go back to sleep.

But a part of me was too afraid to even close my eyes.

I know, pathetic.

I shouldn't be debating on whether I should sleep or not. I'm 24 years old, yet the simplest things bother me.

I've been haunted by that same memory ever since I was just 9.

I just wish, I wish I could've done something.

After all, my sister woul-

*Ring Ring Ring Ring*

My thoughts got interrupted as my cellphone rang.

'Who could be calling me at this time?'

I thought to myself.

I looked at the caller ID

'아빠' It says. (A/N: '아빠' is 'Appa' which means 'Dad')

Oh, no. What is it now?

I clicked the 'answer' button as i placed my phone near my ear.

'여보세요?' (A/N: '여보세요?' means 'hello?')

He says.

'Ah, hello. Why would yo-'

'Eunjoo, It's your mother, she........'

I dropped the phone out of disbelief, as I placed a hand on my mouth.

I hurriedly grabbed my coat and keys, and got in my car.

I drove as fast as I could.

'Mrs. Park Minji, where is she?'

I impatiently asked the concierge.

'Floor 4, Room 8'

I rushed to the said room, without bothering to thank the concierge.

I bumped to numerous people on my way as I couldn't think of anything.

I opened the door to the given room.