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[ Year 2015 ]

Life is nothing, but a fairytale. I'd love to slap the person who spoke of those words, it's nothing but straight up bull. Fairytales are those in story books for children, not for teenagers nor adults. Staring into the mirror, my ears filled with the sound waves bouncing off the walls; taking a deep breathe, everything is real and nothing but real. Pinching my wrist, wincing just to make sure. Alive and breathing, so why is there still these vision or dreams I have with my eyes wide open. Can someone give me a hint why they drill into my mind and skull, its like someone is saying something to me. But who? Closing my eyes I take another deep inhale of the sweet perfumed air around me. Breathing out, a soft knock vibrated through the door; it was time to fill in those big girl shoes.

"Its open," I called out in a firm voice. Pushing myself back from the leather chair, standing up as my eyes focused and locked with the sight of the door in the mirror. Twisting of the knob, music enveloped my ears rougher and louder, wincing at the strong tune. A elderly woman appeared inside, her eyes kind and sympathic; her long soft baby brown hair flowed over her shoulders. Her figure fragile, but her aura was filled with confidence.

Who is she?

"Hyorim ah," my body stiffened as she said my name, but soon I relaxed. Who didn't know my name nowadays, plastering a smile over my pink painted lips turning towards her. Giving her my full attention, as I turned to grab eye contact. My eyes widen. Parting my lips to voice out a sound, but nothing came out; nothing flooded out of my lips.

Eyes burning into the space where the elderly woman stood, it was nothing but space. Air. It was empty, yet her voice rung deep inside my ears as she softly spoke in a caring tone. Like a story of life, a lecture to the world and a meaning to mine. Gripping the arm rest of the leather chair my nails puncturing deep into the cushion, like a pressurizier was drilling into me. I wanted to scream, but nothing sounded; I was muted. Where was the damn control, eyes lingered for any help; but nothing. I was trapped and alone, the echoes of heels clacking in the air surrounded me as her voice soft and sweet lured me into a unrealistic spell. One I fought to rip away, but soon I found myself muttering her same words.

"Park Hyorim, one and the same..." Was all I heard, before the color of night filled my vision.