I've been stuck inside this creepy four-cornered room for three years already, and I hate it. Every waking hour of my life in here, feels like a nightmare, it's as if I have never been awaken at all. Instead of entering college together with my friends, I'm lying here, all dressed up in white fabric along with this stupid tube tucked inside my nose.

Originally, I was born with a Lung Disorder. Well, as good as it sounds, my lungs at being lungs. I used to carry a 2 liter oxygen tank on a small trolley with me at school which my classmates found weird, and uses as a way for bullying me.  But after graduating grade school I was able to get rid of  it... somehow. I get to live the rest of studying at high school without those stupid tiny tubes in my nostrils, as well as that annoying trolley. I really thought I can move around and just be as normal as those kids surrounding me now that I was able to get rid of it, but I was wrong...

"Good morning Ms. Choi, time for switch." Every day, for three years, I wake up with these words. Dr. Choi Siwon, my personal doctor slash uncle, changes my oxygen tank every morning since one can only last for a whole day. "Did you get a goodnight's sleep princess? How are you feeling?" I gave a sly smile and an 'okay' gesture to him. "Good." He smiled back while fixing the tube's end on the tank.

"Uncle..." he made a hum sound as a response, "...I want to get out of this place. I'm getting sick of this already."

He put his data board down and sat at the edge of my bed. "You take these. You get out." In his hands is a bag filled with tablets and capsules that I secretly throw away every time the nurses deliver meals in my room together with those prescribed meds. I hate them. Bitter as usual, and aside from that, I gave up taking them from the very first day I got this 'supposed-to-be-gone-illness' back three years ago. Why take them and be healthy for a meanwhile, when anytime this disorder can come back again unannounced?

I know I can never escape this fate. I was created by God to live this kind of life. A life harder than others. A life different from kids my age. A life to have a stupid tank as my companion every minute of every second of every day. I know it's wrong to question Him but, why me? Of all people, why does a person like me shall suffer like this?

"I'm sorry." I said, not meeting his eyes. I know he's disappointed. "I really am sorry. I already gave up long before, and all of you should stop treating me this way. Are you guys planning to keep me inside this room forever just to save my life? Then I'd rather die instead, if in the end I won't be able to experience the world out there. I was already enjoying it after grade school. I got rid of the bullies. I gained friends. And in just a snap of a finger, those things felt like they were all just part of a dream. That they never truly happened and existed." I tried holding the tears back, but gravity seemed to work its way down. "Because of this..." I punch my chest repeatedly.

"Stop that." Uncle Siwon grabs hold of my hands and tightly grasped it.

"This has taken my life away from me. Why doesn't this thing work as normal as others?" I hug him as if I'm clinging on to dear life.

"I understand how you feel Sulli. But if you really want to go out there and live life like them, you must first help yourself. Please, we beg you. I do believe you know what your mom went through the day she lost your father. I can't take to see my sister in that awful situation again if one day she loses her one and only daughter, and I can't take to lose you either. Please do this for yourself and for your mother." He draws soothing circles behind my back to calm me down, but it didn't help at all. I cried my heart out thinking that all the frustrations and stuffed emotions inside can be all washed out away from me by doing that, but I was wrong. The last thing I heard was Uncle Siwon's voice calling out my name before everything went black.

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"Hyuuuuuunnnggg!!!" I was greeted by my little brother's cheerful voice the moment I step inside his room.

"Yoogeun-ah, how are you? Hyung missed you so much, do you know that?" He clinged tight on my thighs and chuckled.

"Minho hyung, you were here yesterday, and you still missed me?"

"Yup, I miss my cute dongsaeng every second of every day." I pinched his cheeks and he just continued chuckling and giggling.

My brother was born with skin cancer. And ever since then, our parents decided to keep him here inside the hospital for his safety. His skin is too sensitive that it gets irritated easily with slight dirt and dust. He barely gets the chance to explore the world outside and be a normal kid once in his life. There were a few times he was able to get out and see what it's like outside this white room, but when he does, he ends up going out fully clothed all over his body with only his face bare without any covering. I pity him. If I were to be given the chance to switch bodies with him I would. But despite of his illness, he grew up to be a happy kid, and I'm happy he didn't end up growing hating the world because of his disability.

"Did you eat lunch already?" I pick him up and went towards his bed and sat him down there.

"Yup. I had my favorite pasta that I requested Nurse Song to make. It was delicious hyung! I should have spared some for you to taste." He pouted. "Next time I'll spare some for you, that's for sure." I ruffled his hair and smiled.

"Yoogeun-ah, do you want to go out for a while?" I asked him.

"Can I? But Amber noona told me I should stay inside for the rest of today because the weather's not good outside."

"But maybe Amber noona's just bluffing you. Are you really sure the weather's bad outside, look you don't even have one window in here. Let's go." He smiled from ear to ear and gestured for me to carry him. We went to the hospital garden after I dressed him up in sweats and long pjs.

"You're right hyung. The clouds are all blue today, they aren't black. Amber noona's just bluffing me." I ruffled his hair and put him down.

"See? I told you. Okay, I'll let you play for a while, but avoid touching anything dirty or dusty, araso? And don't go too far away from my sight." I told him as he started dashing towards the other kids having fun on the play ground. I found an empty bench near the playground and sat there.

My life mainly revolves around school and this place. Most of the hospital staff already knows who I am. Well aside from being known as Yoogeun's brother who has been visiting the kid for 5 long years, I'm also known as the son of the hospital's owners. Yes, you read it right; we own this place, that's why I already treat this as my second home. Who wouldn't anyway? When both of your parents spend almost every day in here, not to mention, your dear brother grew up here.

I look at Yoogeun, now playing 'rock, paper, scissors' with some children near the slide. 'This is the least I could do for now'. I thought to myself. Bringing him out for walks and tours around the hospital for a while once a week, is all I could do for now to make him feel happy and normal. After graduating, I promised my brother to become the greatest doctor in the future. Well, as obvious as it already sound, I think my only goal in life now, is to make my brother be cured.

I wander around the small garden near the playground and admired the beautiful flowers growing there. My mom loves flowers so much, that's why she requested to build a small garden inside the hospital grounds. I was fascinated for a while by the beauty these little things give off until I heard a little sniff not far from where I stood. There she is again...