"Hana deul set... ! We are.. So... BEAST! Yoreubeun annyeonghasaeyo!" The MC's started talking, interviewing them about their new song called "Shock".
After only meeting in a day, I can clearly distinguish him from the others. I recognized the same big, brown eyes of his and his spiked brown hair. His voice was very distinguishable too.
He was standing beside the male MC and was mostly the one doing the talking. "This is the first time we're going to perform our new song. So please look at it kindly." He smiled. That smile of his that make his eyes smile too. "Gah! It feels like our d-day all over again!" He said and the other members burst out laughing in agreement.
They introduced themselves one after another. The guy who I met went first. "Annyeonghaseyo! Choneun Doojoon imnida!" He waved to the camera and passed the mic to the guy beside him.
"Annyeonghaseyo! I'm Yoseob!" the grayish-blonde haired guy with a puppy-dog face said. His cuteness shows even through their badas* image. He moved towards the camera and waved violently. So, his members pulled him back to their line. He's the one who's been so hyper. It's entertaining to watch him.
The mic was passed to a light-brownish haired boy, "Annyeonghaseyo! I'm Kikwang!". His eyes were big, but not as big a Doojoon's, and his lips were full. I bet all my money that all the girls want to taste them. He also waved at the camera.
The next one was a guuy with a fohawk who was the epitome of their image. "Annyeonghaseyo! I'm Junhyung!" He bowed and passed the mic to the guy on his left.
"Annyeonghaseyo! I'm Hyunseung!" He looked shy and girlish. I can't even deny that he's prettier than me. I bet it sucked whenever he hears people call him pretty, but who can help it? He is.
The last guy who held the mic looked like a foreigner. I was shocked that he introduced himself in Korean fluently and without any accent, "Annyeonghaseyo! I'm Dongwoon!" He waved.
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The program was over for sometime now, but I was still there, lying down on the couch looking at the ceiling.
"Do you know me?" A voice in my head keeps repeating itself. I usually ignore it, but I answered it.
"Yes." I said under my breath.
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Weekends were over and I'm back to school. One more week of torture. I swear my brain wouldn't be able to take it anymore. I went on my usual routine in school. I went to my four classes that starts at 8 o'clock in the morning and ends at noon. Then, I stay an hour more to study either outside, sitting on the ground or in the library.
I decided to study outside. Being in the library made me remember a lot of things that I didn't want to remember and feelings that I didn't understand. I walked on the grass to my favorite spot in the courtyard under a big, old tree. Its shade was just perfect for studying. As if I ever liked studying. I hated it so much.
I settled myself down underneath the tree, scattering alll the assignments I need to work on. The gentle breeze liftng my hair up. It felt good. My concentration in getting my work down didn't waver when a pair of hands disrupted it by placing them on my eyes.
"Guess who?" The voice said. Unexpectedly, it sent shivers down my spine. A good shiver.
"I don't have any friends in this school, so who are you?" You can consider me a loner, but I'd rather stay alone. It's easier that way.
The pair of hands covering my eyes loosened. "You're no fun. So serious as ever."
"Who are you any-" I turned to the direction of the voice and everything happened in slow motion.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Chapter 3
All I hear was the person's breathing beside me. It gotten better than the time he first fell into sleep. He woke up many times because he couldn't breathe properly. He had congestions because of his fever. He's lucky that I have medicine with me and I forced him to take it. Yes, forced. Stubborn guy is stubborn.
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He stirred in his sleep. I would be like that too if I've been sleeping in that position. He was slumped in the corner sitting with his one leg pressed to his body and the other one stretched out. His head was hanging, lacking support.He looks so uncomfortable.
He stirred again, but his eyes opened still weary. He looked around like looking for something. His eyes found mine and he smiled. He looked like a kid. He then stood up and walked to my direction. I was just eyeing him, his every move seemed so interesting to me that time. I thought that he was just going to sit beside me, but I was wrong. He lied down and put his head on my lap.
"What the..? Yah!" I was going to hit him, but I heared his breathing slow and became more relaxed. I just left him like that.
"Tch. So bothersome."
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Weeks have passed since that day. But there's only one thing that has been occupying my mind all these weeks.
*Flashback*
"Kamsahamnida." He said.
"No problem." I stood up and stretched my numb legs. I've been sitting for hours waiting for him to wake up. Plus his head was kind of heavy. "So, I guess you're sleep deprived?" Probably from watching porn. Guys.
"Ahh... Yeah." He looked at me like I was crazy. What did I do?
"Oh."
"Can I ask you something?" He said while he's stretching his body. He looked revived somehow. I can see that he's been through rough nights.
"Sure." I started piling my books and papers. Shoot. I forgot these things. Ugh!
"Don't you know me?"
I looked at him like he was crazy. "Should I?"
"Well, just asking. Oh... Well, nevermind then." He replied as he looked at his phone probably to look at the ti-
"Oh. Shit! It's 8 o'clock already?!" He started dialing frantically. "I'm sorry, but I have to go now." He started to sprint, but suddenly stopped. "Oh and kamsahaeyo for everything." He smiled and ran off.
*End Flashback*
Hmm. He is probably crazy. I just saw him that day and he asked me if I knew him. I was sitting in our couch in the living room and browsing through the tv programs.
I feel so new to this. I haven't watched any programs on T.V. ever since I got out from the hospital. There were just too many things to do and catch up on. I didn't have time to actually have leisure time. But nowadays, I had more free time because I mostly caught up with everything I have to catch up on: school... school... and school. Oh and my life.
I decided to watch a program I used to watch back then. When I still considered myself normal. I used to be on the loop, you know, all the new KPOP groups that came out, I know them all.
I was intent on watching it because I've missed it so much. Now that I have the time for leisure, I'll indulge myself again to the thing that once made me happy... Music shows.
I watched every group and individual singers that came on. I took note of what their names or group names. I only remembered some of them. The other ones I will research.
I took a break after watching half of the show and went to the kitchen. I took a bottle of water to quench my thirst. When I got back to the living room the MC's, who I don't know, were interviewing a group. I wasn't interested much, but I saw something... No, someone who caught my eyes.
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He stirred in his sleep. I would be like that too if I've been sleeping in that position. He was slumped in the corner sitting with his one leg pressed to his body and the other one stretched out. His head was hanging, lacking support.He looks so uncomfortable.
He stirred again, but his eyes opened still weary. He looked around like looking for something. His eyes found mine and he smiled. He looked like a kid. He then stood up and walked to my direction. I was just eyeing him, his every move seemed so interesting to me that time. I thought that he was just going to sit beside me, but I was wrong. He lied down and put his head on my lap.
"What the..? Yah!" I was going to hit him, but I heared his breathing slow and became more relaxed. I just left him like that.
"Tch. So bothersome."
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Weeks have passed since that day. But there's only one thing that has been occupying my mind all these weeks.
*Flashback*
"Kamsahamnida." He said.
"No problem." I stood up and stretched my numb legs. I've been sitting for hours waiting for him to wake up. Plus his head was kind of heavy. "So, I guess you're sleep deprived?" Probably from watching porn. Guys.
"Ahh... Yeah." He looked at me like I was crazy. What did I do?
"Oh."
"Can I ask you something?" He said while he's stretching his body. He looked revived somehow. I can see that he's been through rough nights.
"Sure." I started piling my books and papers. Shoot. I forgot these things. Ugh!
"Don't you know me?"
I looked at him like he was crazy. "Should I?"
"Well, just asking. Oh... Well, nevermind then." He replied as he looked at his phone probably to look at the ti-
"Oh. Shit! It's 8 o'clock already?!" He started dialing frantically. "I'm sorry, but I have to go now." He started to sprint, but suddenly stopped. "Oh and kamsahaeyo for everything." He smiled and ran off.
*End Flashback*
Hmm. He is probably crazy. I just saw him that day and he asked me if I knew him. I was sitting in our couch in the living room and browsing through the tv programs.
I feel so new to this. I haven't watched any programs on T.V. ever since I got out from the hospital. There were just too many things to do and catch up on. I didn't have time to actually have leisure time. But nowadays, I had more free time because I mostly caught up with everything I have to catch up on: school... school... and school. Oh and my life.
I decided to watch a program I used to watch back then. When I still considered myself normal. I used to be on the loop, you know, all the new KPOP groups that came out, I know them all.
I was intent on watching it because I've missed it so much. Now that I have the time for leisure, I'll indulge myself again to the thing that once made me happy... Music shows.
I watched every group and individual singers that came on. I took note of what their names or group names. I only remembered some of them. The other ones I will research.
I took a break after watching half of the show and went to the kitchen. I took a bottle of water to quench my thirst. When I got back to the living room the MC's, who I don't know, were interviewing a group. I wasn't interested much, but I saw something... No, someone who caught my eyes.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Chapter 2
"Aigoo~ I thought that I'm going to be dead meat." He sighed again as he lean on the bookshelves. His face gained back some of its colors. But he still loked bad.
"Gwenchana?" I tried to make it sound non-chalant, but my concern for escaped and showed through my voice.
He chuckled weakly. "Yeh. Gwenchanayo. I'm just... just a little dizzy." He replied. I didn't notice that his face was as colorless as before when his legs gave in from the weight of his slacking body.
My weak body rushed to catch him. I knew that I won't be able to hold him up. I won't even have a chance to hold him up even for a second. But I didn't care.
My eyes instinctively shut closed, feeling worried the he'd slip off my arms. Fortunately, he didn't. But the weight of him was too much for my frail body that my knees buckled and we both fell on the ground. Worse, his body was on top of mine.
"Yah! Wake up! I tried to move my body underneath him, but it was too damn hard.
"Yah!" I tried to call him back to conciousness. "Yah!" I called again, my voice getting louder. "Yah, ajusshi!"
I slapped him on his back. Every slap became harder than the one before it. "Yah!" I tried to push his body off mine. His body moved away from mine. Just a little though. I was disappointed and I'm starting to panic because I felt that my breathing was becoming irregular.
I don't care anymore! "YAH! You..." gasps "Wake...Up!" gasps "Yah!" My voice became weaker. Panic was taking over me. I couldn't think anymore. "Please wake up." I gasped for another breath. Every gasp for air became harder and painful. Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to fall, when I suddenly felt his body moved on top of me.
He groaned. His eyes slowly opened his still weary eyes. He looked down at me, his vision was blurry, I suppose. He rubbed his eyes to take the bluriness away.
I knew that he finally caught on with everything that he thought that could possibly have happened. I saw his eyes become wider and rounder than before.
"Wha... What just happened?"
"I'll tell you..." I gasped and pain shot throughout my body. I winced. I saw a flicker of light through the slit of my eyes. The weight on me was gone.
"Omo! Are you ok?" He pulled me up to a sitting position. You can breathe now. Calm down. I kept telling myself that and felt my own body relaxed as I started breathing normally again.
When I opened my eyes, his face occupied my vision. His big, brown eyes were full of concern. His forehead was scrunched that it made lines visible. It made him look older and funny. I chuckled. He looked at me like I was crazy, but the concern in his eyes didn't disappear.
My hand unknowingly touched his face, "I'm fine." H sighed. His expression went from concerned to relieved. His forehead smoothed.
"Phew. Thank god you're ok." He sighed and smiled. His white teeth showed and his eyes smiled with his lips making moon shapes. Along with his smile, his voice soothed my body and I relaxed once more making it more easier to breathe.
But there was something wrong. My senses became alert again and I felt something hot. I looked at my hand that was touching his face. My eyes went wide as my other hand reached for his face.
"You have a fever!" I exclaimed. His expression changed. "Since when?" I asked.
"It's none of your business." He got up and wobbled to the center aisle while leaning on the shelves.
"Yah! It is my business because I was the one who saved your ass from being trampled on by those girls. You don't want to tell me? Fine. I'll leave now, but do expect that they'd be coming here after and you wouldn't be able to handle it." He's so stubborn and I don't deal with stubborn people.
"Gwenchana?" I tried to make it sound non-chalant, but my concern for escaped and showed through my voice.
He chuckled weakly. "Yeh. Gwenchanayo. I'm just... just a little dizzy." He replied. I didn't notice that his face was as colorless as before when his legs gave in from the weight of his slacking body.
My weak body rushed to catch him. I knew that I won't be able to hold him up. I won't even have a chance to hold him up even for a second. But I didn't care.
My eyes instinctively shut closed, feeling worried the he'd slip off my arms. Fortunately, he didn't. But the weight of him was too much for my frail body that my knees buckled and we both fell on the ground. Worse, his body was on top of mine.
"Yah! Wake up! I tried to move my body underneath him, but it was too damn hard.
"Yah!" I tried to call him back to conciousness. "Yah!" I called again, my voice getting louder. "Yah, ajusshi!"
I slapped him on his back. Every slap became harder than the one before it. "Yah!" I tried to push his body off mine. His body moved away from mine. Just a little though. I was disappointed and I'm starting to panic because I felt that my breathing was becoming irregular.
I don't care anymore! "YAH! You..." gasps "Wake...Up!" gasps "Yah!" My voice became weaker. Panic was taking over me. I couldn't think anymore. "Please wake up." I gasped for another breath. Every gasp for air became harder and painful. Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to fall, when I suddenly felt his body moved on top of me.
He groaned. His eyes slowly opened his still weary eyes. He looked down at me, his vision was blurry, I suppose. He rubbed his eyes to take the bluriness away.
I knew that he finally caught on with everything that he thought that could possibly have happened. I saw his eyes become wider and rounder than before.
"Wha... What just happened?"
"I'll tell you..." I gasped and pain shot throughout my body. I winced. I saw a flicker of light through the slit of my eyes. The weight on me was gone.
"Omo! Are you ok?" He pulled me up to a sitting position. You can breathe now. Calm down. I kept telling myself that and felt my own body relaxed as I started breathing normally again.
When I opened my eyes, his face occupied my vision. His big, brown eyes were full of concern. His forehead was scrunched that it made lines visible. It made him look older and funny. I chuckled. He looked at me like I was crazy, but the concern in his eyes didn't disappear.
My hand unknowingly touched his face, "I'm fine." H sighed. His expression went from concerned to relieved. His forehead smoothed.
"Phew. Thank god you're ok." He sighed and smiled. His white teeth showed and his eyes smiled with his lips making moon shapes. Along with his smile, his voice soothed my body and I relaxed once more making it more easier to breathe.
But there was something wrong. My senses became alert again and I felt something hot. I looked at my hand that was touching his face. My eyes went wide as my other hand reached for his face.
"You have a fever!" I exclaimed. His expression changed. "Since when?" I asked.
"It's none of your business." He got up and wobbled to the center aisle while leaning on the shelves.
"Yah! It is my business because I was the one who saved your ass from being trampled on by those girls. You don't want to tell me? Fine. I'll leave now, but do expect that they'd be coming here after and you wouldn't be able to handle it." He's so stubborn and I don't deal with stubborn people.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Chapter 1
"Yah!" I called back to the person who ran past me. "Watch where you're going!"
I bent down and started piling my books and papers up. "The hall's way too big for these kinds of things. He could've at least avoided me. I'm not that short to not see and I'm not thin to be unnoticeable." I muttered.
I didn't notice the figure beside me until I heard a voice, I was startled, "I'm really... sorry." My head shot up to look at the owner of the voice. He was panting hard, sweat running down his face. His hair was a mess like he had been running for a long time.
My eyes found his big, round ones and I saw the sincerity of his apology. I looked down again, trying to avoid eye contact, to gather all of my things and said, "It's fine". I don't know why, but I felt something from the pit of my stomach when our eyes met.
I didn't even noticed that he reached down to help me. All I saw was his a pile of books and papers on my right. I took his pile and put it on mine when he said, "Uhm. Can I ask you something?"
Well, you're asking me now aren't you?
"Sure." I retorted.
"Do you know any good places to hide in?"
I looked at him with disbelief. A "are-you-kidding-me" kind of look.
"Nonononono... I'm not kidding." He said when he realized the meaning behind my look. "You see... There are people, a lot of them, who are chasing after me. I just need a place where I can stay and wait for them to pass by or give up on me." His words came out in a rush. He looked really disturbed about it.
"Come with me." I finally said, wanting to end all of this, so she could go back to studying.
"Where?" he asked. His looked funny and cute at the same time with his head tilted to the side. His eyebrows scrunched together and lips slightly pouting.
"In there." I pointed to the library's entrance. I tried to contain my laugh, but his face was just so epic that it was hard for me to hold it in. It came out as snort instead. It made him laugh. Then, his head turned to the left. He looked like he was straining to hear something.
"What? Did something ha-" As I turned my head, loud noises, feet scrambling, and people shouting. "I know that he didn't get that far away from us~ Come on!" I heard one of them say.
"Are they the ones who're chasing after you?"
"Unfortunately, yes." He looked at me. His face was pale.
"Come on then!" I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside the library. I didn't let go of his hand until we were at the very corner of the library, where a lot of books have already been forgotten. It was my favorite place.
I was about to let go of his hand, but his grip on mine became tighter. He's worried. I said to myself.
"It's fine. They won't go all the way back here."
"You don't know that. They might-" We both looked up and faced the direction of the aisle that was on our right side. We heard people talking. I looked back at him and his face turned even paler. This is not good at all.
"Unnie! He might be at the very end!" We heard one girl said.
His grip became even tighter, so I pulled him far away from the center aisle. I didn't want to step in, but at the same time, I didn't want to see him like that. So pale that he looked like he'd pass out any minute.
I tried to free my hand from his, but he won't let go. Such a kid.
"Let go." I whispered.
"No."
"I need to go."
"Where?" He looked like he started to panic. Uh-oh. I'm making this worse!
"Trust me."
"But!" He can be stubborn. Damn.
"Fine. Don't let go, but don't let yourself be seen."
We both walked to the aisle. I peeked out and saw a lot of girls looking in all of the aisles. I went out a little, making sure they don't see the hand I was holding. Then, I said, "Could you quiet down?"
All their heads snapped to my direction. Their faces turned sour, that they looked hateful. "Why? Do you work here? If not, you better just shut up and mind your own business." I recognize her voice. The one from the hall.
"Yeah, I work here. So, if you want, I will ask you more politely than the first one." I breathe in, trying not to stress myself too much. Breathe in. Breathe out.
"Could you please quiet down? Or you will have to leave." I tried to make my voice authoritative. I didn't think I did a good job.
Silence. Oh, silence, so nice of you to show up. Really?
"Tch." It broke the silence hanging around the air. "Come on. I doubt that he's even here." A girl stepped up from the pile and walked to the side of the other girl.
"But unnie, we haven't even checked the whole-"
"I said come on!" The other girl immediately fell silent and hesitated to follow the older girl. As one last gift of parting, she shot me with a nasty look then turned away to the other direction.
I felt the hand holding mine relaxed. He didn't let go, but I... I actually didn't mind him holding my hands anymore.
I bent down and started piling my books and papers up. "The hall's way too big for these kinds of things. He could've at least avoided me. I'm not that short to not see and I'm not thin to be unnoticeable." I muttered.
I didn't notice the figure beside me until I heard a voice, I was startled, "I'm really... sorry." My head shot up to look at the owner of the voice. He was panting hard, sweat running down his face. His hair was a mess like he had been running for a long time.
My eyes found his big, round ones and I saw the sincerity of his apology. I looked down again, trying to avoid eye contact, to gather all of my things and said, "It's fine". I don't know why, but I felt something from the pit of my stomach when our eyes met.
I didn't even noticed that he reached down to help me. All I saw was his a pile of books and papers on my right. I took his pile and put it on mine when he said, "Uhm. Can I ask you something?"
Well, you're asking me now aren't you?
"Sure." I retorted.
"Do you know any good places to hide in?"
I looked at him with disbelief. A "are-you-kidding-me" kind of look.
"Nonononono... I'm not kidding." He said when he realized the meaning behind my look. "You see... There are people, a lot of them, who are chasing after me. I just need a place where I can stay and wait for them to pass by or give up on me." His words came out in a rush. He looked really disturbed about it.
"Come with me." I finally said, wanting to end all of this, so she could go back to studying.
"Where?" he asked. His looked funny and cute at the same time with his head tilted to the side. His eyebrows scrunched together and lips slightly pouting.
"In there." I pointed to the library's entrance. I tried to contain my laugh, but his face was just so epic that it was hard for me to hold it in. It came out as snort instead. It made him laugh. Then, his head turned to the left. He looked like he was straining to hear something.
"What? Did something ha-" As I turned my head, loud noises, feet scrambling, and people shouting. "I know that he didn't get that far away from us~ Come on!" I heard one of them say.
"Are they the ones who're chasing after you?"
"Unfortunately, yes." He looked at me. His face was pale.
"Come on then!" I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside the library. I didn't let go of his hand until we were at the very corner of the library, where a lot of books have already been forgotten. It was my favorite place.
I was about to let go of his hand, but his grip on mine became tighter. He's worried. I said to myself.
"It's fine. They won't go all the way back here."
"You don't know that. They might-" We both looked up and faced the direction of the aisle that was on our right side. We heard people talking. I looked back at him and his face turned even paler. This is not good at all.
"Unnie! He might be at the very end!" We heard one girl said.
His grip became even tighter, so I pulled him far away from the center aisle. I didn't want to step in, but at the same time, I didn't want to see him like that. So pale that he looked like he'd pass out any minute.
I tried to free my hand from his, but he won't let go. Such a kid.
"Let go." I whispered.
"No."
"I need to go."
"Where?" He looked like he started to panic. Uh-oh. I'm making this worse!
"Trust me."
"But!" He can be stubborn. Damn.
"Fine. Don't let go, but don't let yourself be seen."
We both walked to the aisle. I peeked out and saw a lot of girls looking in all of the aisles. I went out a little, making sure they don't see the hand I was holding. Then, I said, "Could you quiet down?"
All their heads snapped to my direction. Their faces turned sour, that they looked hateful. "Why? Do you work here? If not, you better just shut up and mind your own business." I recognize her voice. The one from the hall.
"Yeah, I work here. So, if you want, I will ask you more politely than the first one." I breathe in, trying not to stress myself too much. Breathe in. Breathe out.
"Could you please quiet down? Or you will have to leave." I tried to make my voice authoritative. I didn't think I did a good job.
Silence. Oh, silence, so nice of you to show up. Really?
"Tch." It broke the silence hanging around the air. "Come on. I doubt that he's even here." A girl stepped up from the pile and walked to the side of the other girl.
"But unnie, we haven't even checked the whole-"
"I said come on!" The other girl immediately fell silent and hesitated to follow the older girl. As one last gift of parting, she shot me with a nasty look then turned away to the other direction.
I felt the hand holding mine relaxed. He didn't let go, but I... I actually didn't mind him holding my hands anymore.
Intro
The place I've been sitting around have became too noisy for me to concentrate on studying, so I packed my things and stacked them in a neat pile and started walking to the library.
Carrying a lot of books and piles of paper, my steps became wobbly. I'm sure that you're thinking that I'm a nerd right now, but I'm not. I just missed too many days of school.
Catching up with the lessons was easy, but making up all the work I've missed was a pain in the butt. I wasn't even half-way done yet! "Ugh!" I grunted, just thinking about them makes my head hurts.
My first day of school was rather late due to my poor health. It wasn't this bad until recently. Now, I couldn't even play any sports, especially volleyball, like I used to. My doctor prohibited me from doing so. They feared that I'm going to exhaust myself to my death bed.
I don't know what exactly was wrong with me because the results for the tests I went through for months hasn't come in yet.
The last time I got to play volleyball turned out to be a disaster. My lungs started not to function properly. It stopped pumping air, so my body lacked oxygen. I thought I was just exhausted from playing and that I only needed to take a breath, but my body rejected it. It felt like I was choking, but I didn't have anything in my mouth. I struggled for air and then everything went dark.
When I woke up, my limbs and muscles in my arms and legs felt so sore. My mouth was so dry that it was difficult to talk. It was even hard to croak out a yes when they asked me questions.
I was put in a rehab just so I could normally talk, walk, and write again. I was in the condition I didn't expect myself to be in. I pitied myself so much. I wanted to forget, but my body won't let me.
Remembering those times pained me, physically and emotionally. Physically because my body would react whenever I remember what happened. Apparently, it did too. Emotionally because I know that I wouldn't be the same me again. What happened pained me in so many ways possible. If I could forget what happened, I would, but the memories and pains I have experienced were proof that I'm here right now, breathing and living. I was given another chance.
I was nearing the library when something went by me and hit my shoulder. My books and papers went flying all over the place.
Carrying a lot of books and piles of paper, my steps became wobbly. I'm sure that you're thinking that I'm a nerd right now, but I'm not. I just missed too many days of school.
Catching up with the lessons was easy, but making up all the work I've missed was a pain in the butt. I wasn't even half-way done yet! "Ugh!" I grunted, just thinking about them makes my head hurts.
My first day of school was rather late due to my poor health. It wasn't this bad until recently. Now, I couldn't even play any sports, especially volleyball, like I used to. My doctor prohibited me from doing so. They feared that I'm going to exhaust myself to my death bed.
I don't know what exactly was wrong with me because the results for the tests I went through for months hasn't come in yet.
The last time I got to play volleyball turned out to be a disaster. My lungs started not to function properly. It stopped pumping air, so my body lacked oxygen. I thought I was just exhausted from playing and that I only needed to take a breath, but my body rejected it. It felt like I was choking, but I didn't have anything in my mouth. I struggled for air and then everything went dark.
When I woke up, my limbs and muscles in my arms and legs felt so sore. My mouth was so dry that it was difficult to talk. It was even hard to croak out a yes when they asked me questions.
I was put in a rehab just so I could normally talk, walk, and write again. I was in the condition I didn't expect myself to be in. I pitied myself so much. I wanted to forget, but my body won't let me.
Remembering those times pained me, physically and emotionally. Physically because my body would react whenever I remember what happened. Apparently, it did too. Emotionally because I know that I wouldn't be the same me again. What happened pained me in so many ways possible. If I could forget what happened, I would, but the memories and pains I have experienced were proof that I'm here right now, breathing and living. I was given another chance.
I was nearing the library when something went by me and hit my shoulder. My books and papers went flying all over the place.
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