Yeseul is in a chamber, walls are white, and only a white wall is on her eye sight. She keeps staring at the empty space between her eyes and walls, thinking nothing, her mind is blank, like she's lost all her memories, not adapting the situation she is facing without even knowing, that she couldn't escape from a chamber which doesn't have any opening, there is no door or a window.
There is no sound than her own heart beat, as it is like her heart is feeling the anxiety and fear more than her brain do at the moment. Heart keeps beating, louder, that it is almost echoing all around inside white room. There is only these she could hear: the sound of wood cracking by fire, and wind blowing, and water flowing, just them she could hear, and it is somehow powerful enough to hold the girl's attention highly.
"Yeseul," A lower and rasiper voice, which goes soothing and sharply into her mind, makes her to snap out from the sound inside her head. The familiar voice in rasiper and lower version makes her feel a anxious and scared.
As the anxiousness and fear grows inside, she turns to the opposite side of the wall without even passing a second, expecting a grown woman in front of herself, but it turns out wrong.
Sudden appearance of her own self makes her to have a shock going along her spine, which ending at her finger tips, but all the fears are until she figures than she is in front of a mirror. Inside the mirror, she could see her own self, staring suspiciously.
Following each of her moves, the reflection getting towards Yeseul, as Yeseul walking towards the large mirror, and she stops when she is just an metre away from the mirror. She straight looks into the two eyes staring at her, and sees the reddish brown slightly turns darker, until her eyes fully close, and something starts to happen in a millisecond.
All her past memories start to regain, all of them, from the very beginning. She could hear herself talking, her parents smiles at her unclear words. Playing around the house with her father. When she first won an award at school. When she celebrate her 11th birthday. All the positive things fills up her mind.
And it hits her. She could hear the screams all around as she keeps watching herself crying outside the thick smoke, and firetrucks are all around, watering the burning two vehicles rapidly. And herself, drinking alcohol along with cutting everywhere of her body, arms, thighs, trying kill herself.
Her school life after months, some of them bulling her, and Sungho and Wonjae saving her.
And all things goes like a story inside her mind, rapidly. And it comes to where the stranger things begun.
She keeps her right hand on the trunk, and the siren, and the bright green colour emitting from the tree,
And her hand feels a sharp pain on her hand.
She immediately looks at her hand, and there is a fresh cut on her hand.
She looks forward, at the mirror, and could see someone crying at the edge of the room. She couldn't recognize any of the people who looks like the girl sitting at there, crying, hugging her knees, wearing a long gown which is really long to touch her toes.
Yeseul doesn't talk, and turns at the girl, but no, there is no anyone at there, and looks at the mirror, and again she could see that there is the girl crying in the mirror, and she again looks at the corner, and the mirror, again at the corner, and,
Yeseul feels the thick blood flowing out from her mouth as been stabbed into stomach, and the girl at the corner standing there, in front of her really closely.
Yeseul couldn't breath, she keeps puking out her blood, and opens eyes weakly, just to see the girl, who is smiling at her, sarcastically and dangerously. And she falls on the ground completely hopeless,
Let the demons take this body. She hears her own words, which she told before 5 years ago, as her vision is fully taken by the darkness.
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"Is she getting a panick attack?" Wonjae says, looking at Yeseul, who is breathing heavily and sweating like hell. Sweat is all over her face, neck, making her bangs soak with it, and she keeps moving her head slowly in an awkward way. And Wonjae tries to keep her head without neither moving or harm.
"No, idiot. She is getting a nightmare." Sungho says,
"It is not night to see nightmares." Wonjae says, Sungho ignores him and takes his have from his lips and keeps his hand on Wonjae's forehead to check temperature, and keeps his hand on her forehead, checking her temperature.
"She is damn cold." Sungho immediately says to Wonjae, taking his hand away from her.
"Wait but-" Wonjae is cuts off, not by Sungho, by the sudden move Yeseul does with a millisecond, making him almost fall backward. She is sitting, her face is even paler. And coughs several times, and Sungho keeps patting her back. Wonjae just watches her out in the shock.
"Ah," She yells, holding her stomach, where she got stabbed back in the nightmare or something. Wonjae watches as she bursts into sob out it in a sudden, not as because stabbed, but as her past memories walks back inside her mind, worst memory of her parents dying, which she held back in her mind and now again starts to feel like a yesterday again.
"It's okay. It's okay, Yeseul." Sungho says, he pulls her towards himself, keeping her head on his chest, trying to comfort her much as he can at the moment.
He knows that she never cries and becomes this much of weak unless someone reminds her of her dead parents, even he too hates their death, there is nothing to do than comforting her at the moment. Her mental state gets best from her depression when it happens, and he tries his best not to let her self harm, which she does when this happen. He still remember her cutting her arm sitting near the lockers of school, because of the same reason, that some bullies had mention her parents, in a bad way.
Yeseul keeps crying in his embrace almost 10 minutes, and finally as he could feel that she has calmed down, he starts to talk. "Yeseul, don't think about it now, okay?"
Sungho holds her shoulders, and she turns her head towards Sungho's face, she he could see the red teary eyes staring at his ones.
"Okay, hey. We still don't know where are we." He looks around, "But we are going to figure that out soon, okay? Just get some rest for now, and we could move on after an hour."
She falls asleep much easier after that and he keeps her head gently on her bag which she brought some snacks and food in it.
Sungho looks at Wonjae, who is now looking at Sungho suspiciously and strangely.
"What?" Sungho says, understanding about Wonjae's strange look.
"You gets this much of motherly?!" Wonjae says. Actually he didn't able to believe in his eyes when he kept looking at the crying Yeseul and Sungho. "I thought you are too cool for-"
"Jungkook, shut up." Sungho cuts off him, "I did it because of reasons."
"And can I know what are those reasons?"
"She has several mental disorders." Sungho says, standing from Yeseul and walking towards Wonjae. "She has depression highly, more than us do, she tends to self harm when remind about her saddest memories."
"Are you sure it is parents? I mean the reason for her to cry." Wonjae asks with a questionable look.
"Yeah," Sungho confidently says, but without showing his pride he gets just because he can understand Yeseul. "But now," Sungho turns his head around, "We should find a way out from here, you know."
"Oh yeah, but can you tell where are we?" Wonjae says looking around.
The sky is darker than the sky they were looking at before, almost different completely. The sky upon them now is consist of a pale greyish green, which gives a perfect mix of chills and vibes. It is not strange that Wonjae having a thought as This seems like an acid cloud, and we'll melt if rain.
Sungho looks all around, and sees nothing familiar than the sand under their feet. Sand isn't much different, but still, it's colour is kinda into the black, utterly, the sand is darker than normal sand he could see.
There are no sound than the sound of wind, and they own footsteps. The wind keeps hitting their bodies, and goosebumps appears all around Wonjae's bare arms as he is wearing short sleeve t-shirt. He tries to ignore the unfamiliar coldness, but fails from it, so he just keeps rubbing his arms by his hands.
Sungho looks at the trees surrounding them, and it is the time he realizes that something is wrong.
"Wonjae." He talks with a lower voice, which he only uses when he is scared of something. "Where is the damn tree?"
And the tension of the air grows.