[Jinyoung]

I heard her voice again.

It was hard to make out what she was saying so I walked again, closer to where the voice was coming from.

I tried to think of mom. My mom...

She is sweet and loving and caring. She makes me feel safe. She always tells me that I am strong and brave... even though I'm sure that I am not.

Mom... I am scared...

I heard her voice again. This time, it's much clearer than what I've heard earlier.

I wrinkled my nose as the stench became stronger.

I heard her voice and this time I can understand what she was saying. No, she was calling someone.

She was calling me.

"Jinyoung..."

I tried my hardest to even my breathing so it won't make a sound. But then a hand grabbed my shoulder.

"AAAAAAHHHH!!!"

I tried to break free from his grasp.

No! No! Please let me go!
 

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"Hey! Son!"

I heard his voice. And that pulled me back to reality. "Jinyoung it's me. It's dad. Everything's okay."

I startled awake. Seeing his face made me sure that I was just dreaming. A nightmare.

Again.

"Dad, sorry if I woke you up."

I am completely aware of how loud I can be when I am having nightmares.

"Are you okay now or..."

I put on a smile. "I'm okay now, dad."

He looked at me as if making sure that I am saying the truth. "Are you sure? You know, you could just rest."

I shook my head. Missing the first day of school? It's not a good idea.

"Dad..." I gave him a reassuring smile. "I'm fine. Besides, I have Mark with me."

I got up from bed and got my towel. I need to get ready for school.

"Just prepare breakfast, and I will be down in a bit."

I found myself staring at the mirror.

"Jinyoung." I said.

As I let the water shower down on me, I also let all my thoughts go down the drain.

"You'll be fine, Jinyoung."

 

"What time is your first class?" Dad asked as we eat our breakfast.

"It'll start at 9 o'clock."

I am happy to see that dad is finally with me on this one. He used to detest the idea of us going back here in Seoul for me to study in college. But I was determined to go back. I left a lot of things hanging. So I need to go back. I wanted to go back. In the end, dad just agreed.

Just then, someone rang the doorbell.

"I'll get it." Since I know who that'll be.

And when I opened it, I was not wrong.

"Good morning, Jinyoungie!" I just pouted. Well, he is used to my attitude.

"Mark!" Dad greeted him and even asked him to eat breakfast with us.

It has become a routine already. Since it's only him here in Korea, my dad kind of adopted him, technically.

He is my bestfriend. We met in L.A. He, together with Jackson helped me convince dad to let me go back here.

"Where is Jackson by the way?" I asked as he started driving.

"Well, he's not lucky like us. His first class starts at seven." he laughed.

I just shook my head. "What in the world was he thinking anyway when he took accountancy? Last time I checked, I was the one who finished his module in Business Math."

That made him laugh. He knows that too. All of our friends knew how Jackson can be such a slob when it comes to studying.

"We're here." Mark said as he parked his car.

I glanced outside and looked at the large sign board above the university's gate.

Yangcheon University.

Why does it feel like the first time again?

 

“Our mind is a powerful thing. It is the part of a person that thinks, reasons, feels, and remembers.”

I'm here in the Humanities building for my first class. I took up Psychology since I was always fascinated about how our brain works.

And now, I am on my third year. Time really flies fast.

“It has the power to create memories, meaning, we can recall what has been learned and retained especially through associative mechanisms.” Ms. Jung continued.

I tried to write down every important detail. I'm always serious when it comes to studying.

“Although, our mind is greatly capable of making memories, it is also capable of unlearning. Disremembering…” She stopped in the middle of her sentence and threw short glances at us.

“We, as human as we can be, have the ability to forget.”

Forget.

I stopped as I finished writing that word on my note pad.

“To forget or to fail to remember. Given that we’re unable to think or remember something, or we stopped thinking and caring about someone, or… we disregard things intentionally.”

Disregarding things intentionally. Is that even possible?

“Every one of us has the ability to forget, class.”

Every one? Well, I guess I am an exception.

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Annyeong! :)

This is the start of something new. HAHA. jk.

Now what do you guys think? Is it weird for a start? Too short? Hmmm. Anyway, I already started this so there's no going back. *gulps*

I don't know when I'll update this again. But it won't take me months, don't worry ;)

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