apeiron (part 2) • yeonjun

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> timeless, regrets, historical fiction

I was playing at the playground with some of my neighbourhood friends. It feels like yesterday, but it's been 2 years, I'm still in the hospital bed, don't know if I'll ever live my normal life again.

I am still young. The doctor said, I can still live my life if they found a cure to this sickness. It was brain cancer. What keeps me alive is chemotherapy and prayers.

Today was Christmas and also my 13th birthday. There was a party in this hospital for us cancer patients, it's nice that they're doing a party like this it somehow makes me forget I'm ill.

"Can I go outside?" I poked one of the caregivers here.

"Don't you want here?" she said, I haven't seen her before, she's wearing shaded glasses but I can see her green and purple eyes, maybe she's a volunteer in this hospital because it's Christmas Season, many staffs were on break.

"It's not like that. I liked this party but I feel suffocated." I said looking on her eyes.

She move me on my wheelchair outside to the hospital's garden. It was nice. I can't remember when's the last time I went outside. The air was nice.

"Thank you for bringing me here. I really wanted to go outside but I'm sick. I wish I'm just normal, so that I can go outside freely without a nurse or doctor accompanying me." I said amd she tap my head softly.

"Do you want your sickness be gone forever?" she said.

"Of course! I also don't want to be a burden to my parents, working so hard to pay my hospital bills." I said and she listened carefully.

"Well, drink this tea. It will remove your sickness forever." she said and handed me a bottle of green tea. I heard green tea is good. I also wanted to eat vegetables and fruits but I only eat the food provided by the hospital.

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My parents came and I hugged them tightly. My tears rolling beside my cheeks. Finally, I'm getting discharged. It was a miracle that my cancer is gone, the doctors wouldn't even believed it.

Maybe it was because of the green tea? or my continuous chemotherapy treatment? Regardless of reason, I'm glad I can live normally now. I haven't even thanked the caregiver.

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I thought it was a miracle... it was a curse. I'm 50 already, yet I looked the same just like I was 18. My parents already died but I'm still living looking young. My friends already have their grandchildren but I'm still young.

I tried killing myself. I take too many pills. I jump off the bridge. I stab myself. I drown myself in the river. Yet I'm still here alive.

I keep going to the hospital I was. Finding that caregiver who gave this curse but she was nowhere to be found. I gave up finding ways.

I was riding on a bus on the way to my parent's grave. There's nothing I can do, I have no one to hold on to. My friends were busy on their own lives and busy getting their needs since they are old already. I wish I was like them but I don't wanna wish anymore. The last time I wish, I became immortal.

I was so drown on my thoughts that I didn't felt this bus is upside down and it's burning. I quickly get outside, whether I stayed or not, I'm still gonna live anyways. I have been to so many accidents, this was just easy peasy.

It seems like I'm in a middle of the forest. I saw someone on my peripheral vision. It was also alive and he saw me alive too. I ran as quickly as I could, I won't let anyone knew what I am.

That man is surely fast, I'm getting tired now. I grab my knife in my bag and pointed it to him.

"Come on, stab me." he said confidently, this man looks suicidal, should I just kill him? But no, I can't do that, this knife is for killing myself and not killing others. I always bring a knife, whenever I feel like I want to die and stab myself but I just can't die.

"Who are you?" I said, I remembered him inside the bus. How did he even manage to live?

"Yeonjun. Are you immortal too?" he said, and what? he was immortal? he also don't die?

"I'm Youngwon." I replied, disregarding his question.

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