"No t...this can't be how I die. No am not ready, God gives me more time. I won't die like this, not like this", From where I was standing I couldn't see a thing it was dark as if I was inside a black hole.
"I hate people like you always so afraid to die, but always like to make decisions that will lead you to death", A voice with so much hatred talked back.
"Look at you, crying and driving yourself crazy. People that help others have their limit on things, but they're the ones with more problems later on", The voice sounded more like a whisper fading away.
" W-wait don't leave me here...don't leave me here t-to d-die please", I stuttered.
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I've been having these strange dreams since I was young. It seems like every night the dreams have gotten worse. They have gotten stranger, almost real and the more I have them the more realistic the pains get.
These dreams make it hard for me to be close to anyone because I don't know who to trust. Who would believe me even if I told? Those dreams make me feel tired, even if I slept for hours. In the end, I would always wake up tired and miserable.
Usually going to school in my country wouldn't be a problem, but today something felt different. I didn't know what it was exactly. All I knew was that something is wrong and it starts here.
"I heard theirs a newly transferred student at are school today". I heard two girls talking to each other secretly.
" Is it a man? Is he good looking?" One of the girls asks the other.
"I don't know I haven't seen him yet". She says while looking for something inside her backpack profusely.
" Wait is that him?". One of the girls' points and the other looks quickly. "How would you know if you don't even know what he looks like?". She says and pulls out something from her backpack.
"Well, there is a group of girls screaming over there". She points.
"Wait, let me see". They both ran towards the group.
Getting into my class was a struggle because I was pushed and shoved. Just because of a stupid boy.
"Are you okay?". Someone asks me. As a group of people stood behind him murmuring. Constantly staring down at me.
"Yeah...I'm fine". I wouldn't dare to lift my head up to see what he looks like.
Ever since my mom past away. I've never been able to look at anyone in the eyes. Not only it was disrespectful to me and my culture, but it was a curse. If I did get the courage to look into people's eyes, I will see things. Thing's that will scare the living thing out of you.
My dad passed away a year after. I didn't understand why I was losing my parents so quickly. I did know it had to do something with my curse.
Flashback
"Mommy looks her eyes", A little girl tells her mom while licking her lolly. "She looks scary mommy", the little girl continues.
"Honey don't be rude". The mom looks at me. Taking her daughter's hand and left.
They're running away from me. I was only eight when people started looking at me differently. I didn't mind my eyes at first, but when people started to point it out I got really worried about how different I was.
"Honey wears these Sunglasses". My mom took off her glasses and handed it to me. Has my parent saw what happened.
" Thanks, mom. Mommy do they hate me?" I said sadly.
"No honey even if they did~
"I love you. Don't let anyone hurt your feelings okay sweetie". My dad interrupts, but I didn't mind we were used to him doing that which was fun at times.
"OK...I won't". Putting my head down."Promise me, honey". My mom said holding my chin up so I could look at her.
"Promise". I lift up both of my pinkie to lock them with my theirs.
Flashback ends.
" Yeah...I guess". He lifts me up from the ground. He had a sweet and gentle voice. I didn't want to care. I thanked him and walked away. For the rest of the day, my mind was blank: no scary thought, but once I step outside of school everything felt heavy. This never happens, something has changed.
Later that day I couldn't sleep, which is usually good. I didn't want to fall asleep. I didn't want to see him.
"Hi, honey". His back...the exact person I didn't want to see. I seriously thought he was crazy for a second.
This man, he had horns and very sharp teeth picture an animal. He had red dark eyes, and he had a tattoo that looks like an eye on his forehead."Don't touch me". has he touch my face. Not knowing what to do next so I...
Ahhhhh. I waked up screaming. I quickly open my eyes from my dream. I didn't want to see that scary man again so I stayed up. That voice sounds very familiar, but I couldn't sketch it.
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A couple of days later, that kid continuously talks to me. I didn't really get why he would talk to me out of all people.
"I'm Choi J Jun or you can call me Jun". I didn't dare to listen and I didn't even know who he was. Even though he just told me his name. If I get closer to him all these girls from school would hate me.
"Oh...you're talking to me. I'm sorry to do I know you". I respond. All of my dreams though we're gone and I couldn't remember a single one of them.
" Hello". he sarcastically said. I'm the guy from that helped you up remember ".
"Oh...the popular... girl attracting man from that day when I fell". "S..sorry that I didn't remember. It's just that I never saw your face". "They're nothing to be sorry about". he responds.
" I guess not". We continued the conversation.
"What's your name?". Why would he want to know my name? But anyway... "Yuna, I am Bak Yuna". He looks at me. "Beautiful". He says. I guess, but why is he still here.
"You're very lonely". he whispered, but I heard it. I heard it clearly and I know I am. I know I'm lonely and I don't need you to tell me.
I look up at him with confusion.
"Nothing you just seem mysterious". he looks.
"Well, that is my middle name". I respond.
Then I finally did it. I looked up at him. He was truly handsome. I couldn't see any scary feature he was different and very beautiful. His eye was blue like the sea and held a lot of secrets that I couldn't see. He smiled at me.
"Strange". I whispered.
" I like your eyes so unique". he says.
My eyes lid up no one ever told me that before, anyone else that saw it would bully me. Your not allowed to love anyone else, but yourself until then you can't love. it's not a curse, it's a gift.
"Strange". I repeated."Yuna, are you okay? you keep on staring at me".
"Yeah am fine...so what are majoring on? beauty". I joked.
" Hahaha... just cause I look like this doesn't mean I like it. I'm always being bothered by girls". He said sadly.
" I am here for someone. Someone that means a lot to me". He finishes.
"Oh...are you looking for your girlfriend? ". For some reason, my heart sinks when he said that. "No!". He quickly responds. I felt relieved.
"Then are you gay?". I ask in confusion. I was only just playing around or keeping the conversation going.
"No. I'm not gay". He said the answers quickly. I frowned.
"Never mind! Afterschool". he said Plainly. "What"? I ask. Is he planning something? "Just Because". He says.
"I'll even walk you home and I will buy you a drink". he tries to convince.
" OK".
Why did I say OK? I don't even know the guy. Why did he say I can't love it? how does he know? I have millions of questions.
As he walks away from me. Then dreams were back, but a hundred times heavier.
After school, I waited for him in front of the school on top of the stairs. I saw him coming, I try waving, but I couldn't. He was with groups of girls walking beside him taking pictures, asking him out. All the things girls do to get attention.
As the group gets closer to me, I quickly jump out the way. Slipping from the stair falling to my death, goodbye world. I was preparing for my death anyway so it wasn't really a surprise I was ready. No one cares about me so I had nothing to lose. This kind of bad thing happens to me all the time.
I thought maybe that's where it ends. I was pretty awake that day so...it going to hurt. I close my eyes but...