"Run! Run away from here. Leave me now. Be free!"

 

"You will die if I leave you right now! Do you even understand that?!"

 

"Yes I do. I do understand that."

 

"No one will touch you! Nobody will touch you except me!"

 

"Then kill me now so that they won't have to lay their hands on me."

 

"What?"

 

"Do it! You must run away! Not with me, not with anyone. You must..."

 

"I have been so obedient to you. This is hard. And you know that, right?"

 

"I know. This is hard for me, too. But unlike you, I have experienced life that you still have to experience. Please..."

 

"But why must I kill you? You can come with me."

 

"That is not possible. If I am with you, they will know where we are. They will bring you back!"

 

Within these walls, I poured every resentment that has built up inside me. The love of the caring ones; their gift is not mine.

Within these four walls, I have cried like a newly-born baby.

Within these walls, I cursed the people behind my sufferings.

Within these walls, I have loved someone that is now gone.

Within these walls, I wished for some understanding.

Within these walls, I have learned that living is loosing.

Why must these walls teach me those? I may have learned it from someone.

 

"What is my name?"

 

"Patient No.24."

 

Patient No.24.

Patient No.24.

Patient No.24.

 

"Is that my real name?"

 

"Why are you asking?"

 

"Is that my real name?"

 

"Yes it is."

 

"Patient No.56 and Patient No.45... Are they my family?"

 

"No."

 

"Then, what is my real name?!"

 

Blood, yes, blood. I see blood but I can't feel it. It is stuck in my eyes like a red mold. How long shall I live? I can not breathe well.

 

"I love you!"

 

"What?"

 

"I love you! I said, I love you!"

 

"What is love?"

 

"It is an extreme feeling of wanting to protect someone! It is the feeling of great adoration to someone!"

 

"That's love."

 

"Yes! I love you!"

 

How long shall I live?

Can I live through all of these?

I am alone. I am alone. I am alone.

Where is everyone? Where is my gift?

Their smiles are pure white lies; their greetings are the poison.

 

"Please come back."

 

"I don't want to."

 

"Why not?"

 

"Because I don't want to. Don't make me say it again."

 

"Come with me. Let's go."

 

"I would rather die!"

 

"Who are you to raise your voice at me like that?"

 

"I am Patient No.24. Who are you?"

 

"You're name is not Patient No.24..."

 

Patient No.24.

Patient No.24.

Patient No.24.

Patient No.24.

Patient No.24.

Patient No.24.

Patient No.24.

Patient No.24.

Patient No.24.

Patient No.24.

Patient No.24.

 

"It is..."

 

Patient No.24.

Patient No.24.

Patient No.24.

Patient No.24.

Patient No.24.

Patient No.24.

Patient No.24.

Patient No.24.

Patient No.24.

 

"I am who I am right now! I won't come with you just because you know my real name or whatsoever."

 

"You're name is..."

 

Another day, another suffering. That is my life.

No love. Nothing at all.

I wish that by tomorrow, I am as cold as ice.

Nobody is caring for me. Nobody. 

I am the girl who has run out of every luck. I might die tomorrow or today, but I won't care.

Because I am broken. I am...

 

"Taeyeon..."