There’s a scream.

Nope, definitely not mine.

There’s a cry.

The source of the crystal like tears is definitely not mine either.

There are footsteps.

And unfortunately, they are not also mine.

“Mr. Oh, here is your food, finish it up okay”

Yup, I’m still alive and breathing—wait let me rephrase that, I’m not alive, just breathing, I always have always been for the past 19 years. I am an empty vessel.

I thought I forgot, but that dream, that just really have to visit me, now I know even dreams aren’t a safe place. I can’t escape, I’m trapped and helpless, totally helpless..

..from myself.

My name is Oh Sehun, I’m 19 years old, I am the only child of my parents, I live in a village where people’s curiosity can be mistaken as an act of care, I had a dream or more like a flashback or whatever, I woke up, I’m alive, and now I just realized that I’m still in this place.

a ing hospital.