A teenage boy walking the streets covered with bandages, pepole are avoiding him,

he stop walking at a bus stop, he chaked time on his phone than said

"Looks like i have to run again today, i'm tired" 

He looks at the sky,

My name is Rayan, my father is from US and my mother is from South Korea, 

back in 1996 my father came in South korea for a busness trip, my mom was a student at that time, the fell for each other and they got married, soon after they go separated, after some time my mother abandon me at the orphanage, she told me she will be back in a munite but...i was 3 years old that time, i waited a long time, 20 years, i waited 20 years, but she naver returned.

I'm 23 years old now.

"It dosn't matter anymore, should i just . . . . "

Rayan's facial expression was dark, he slaped himsalfe and said

"Let's keep trying, I have to look for a part-time job today, i don't have much mon. . ."

He suddenly passed out while standing,

"Hay, are you ok?" 

"Tch, he looks like a thug, let him die who cares"

"Someone call an amulance"

"Call the police who knows maybe he is a criminal"

Unconsciously He thought maybe 

"HUH maybe it's batter this way, please dont call the ambulance, i really don't wanna wake-up in this reality"

Did i die?

HUh after all the things i endured, all the time getting hit and burned by those assholes nothing happed, and now i'm dying? 

"FUCK!"

What is this am i drowning? i'm not breathing, i can't speek and i can't move, and i can't see anything, it's dark and cold yeat warm!

is this how it feels, DEATH?