I’ve been hiding behind those walls for four years,  four years that I wouldn’t even forget. They said, if you are losing your sanity—you’ll feel safe there. Safe? Safe my , I thought when I walked into the building when I was fourteen—when I was too young for things that happened to me. I have waited, waited for a freedom in four years—but the freedom never comes.

I walked alone, in the middle of the crowd. I felt my feet shaking, and the tip of my fingers are freezing. Everyone, every single people I passed when I walked next to them, they were looking at me with disgust; but who cares, this is what I’ve wanted since I entered the dark building.

My life was beautiful, it was. But it turns out to be scary, when I realized that my brother was actually against me, when my aunt revealed that I have lost my sanity. Or when they dragged me into the building, and they put me inside a cage—they attached a handcuff on me, they tied me onto the pole, asking me to shut my mouth. I’ve been longing for a freedom for four years.

Is this the feeling of being free?

My feet are aching from the coldness of the freezing road—my fingers are frozen already. The gate of the district of Seochon is only ten meters away from the place where I do stand right now. Yes, I’m going home. My home, is the place where I used to be, where I actually belong.

“Cold,” I walked faster, almost running—so I don’t have to feel like freezing. “Seochon...” I murmured, when I see the big gate standing. “I’m going home, Huang Zitao.”

“You are going to pay this pain, Huang Zitao,” I finished my last words, when I lost my balance, and everything goes black