If Our Time was Infinite

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There he is again.

 

 

Who are you?

 

The boy said nothing.

 

What are you doing here?

 

The boy said nothing.

 

Are you here ... to see me?

 

The boy said nothing.

 

Why won't you tell me your name?

 

The boy said nothing.

 

 


It hurts ... mommy I don't like this ... why is it so dark? I'm scared ... it's too dark here. Mommy help me! My whole body hurts a lot ... do I have to drink that yucky liquid again? I don't like swallowing it ... I hate cherry and grape. Why can't I move? Mommy where are you?  Don't leave me ... I don't want to be alone again ...


 

  

"Ah..."

My eyebrows scrunched together and my head shifted a bit to the side. I inhaled deeply and exhaled, my eyes slowly blinking to wake. The darkness was gradually replaced by a blinding sheer light making me squeeze my eyes shut once more. 

"You're awake."

The voice spoke up again. Is there someone else in the room? Where am I? I opened my eyes once again. Everything I saw was white. The walls, the ceiling, everything. Am I...dead? A child having thoughts like that was never good. But it would have been better for me anyway. I always hear my parents talking about it through locked doors, their voice in hush whispers as they discussed the matters rapidly. A strand of hair fell onto my eye and I lifted an arm to remove it only to find out that I couldn't. My gazed landed on my right arm to find it covered in bandages, my fingers sticking out looking sickly pale. My arm felt numb and sore. What's happening to me? My younger self blinked in confusion. Unknowingly, a tear escaped through the corners of my eye; it dripping down my cheek. 

"Why are you crying?"

This startled me. I had momentarily forgotten that someone had spoken to me earlier. My eyes fell onto the stranger. He looked as if he was the same age as me. His dark eyes bore into mine making me shiver slightly. His black tussled hair fell perfectly over his small face. He had seated himself onto a chair, leveling him at the same height as myself. I couldn't speak. His finger reached out to catch the teardrop before it fell onto the white sheets. He took his finger back and peered at the droplet for a moment before wiping it onto his own blue pants. 

It was the same boy that I always saw before.

The corner of his lips curled up into a small smile as he continued to stare into my eyes.

 

 

"Hello, I'm Myungsoo. What's your name?"

 

Foreword

contest entry for ;; Infinitized Writing Contest

this is going to be different that my usual writing. bare with me here! c:

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yangon
#1
:3 the foreword is mysterious~ and interesting~ update soon (^^)v