Summary:

A blazing sun from the corner of my eyelids, a heat strike to the inner of my eyeball, I slowly opened it before I rubbed it using with my thumbs to clearly I woke up. “Aish, he should just wake me up instead.” I scratched my silky black hair before I turned off the radio and grabbed my headphone off to my ears. It’s been 15 minutes he is not bothering me, this is like the first time he didn’t bother me for the last minutes. I pouted a bit and waited him to say something like, ‘You woke up finally, hyung’ or ‘hyung, let’s eat.’ But it didn’t.

I decided to peek him to see what he is doing for the last hour, I took a deep sighed before I face him again with the burning showing again. But it feel strange that it somehow my heart is beating faster like I was nervous but I guess everything will be find. “Aish” I scratched my head and slowly turned to him. When I saw him, his head is facing the ground, hands on his sides and his feet is like separated in between. I guess he is just sleeping, then I stood up from my chair to wake him up that we need to go home because its going dawn soon.

I put my hands to his shoulder and wiggle it. But it seem not working, I wiggled him harder and chant ‘wake up’ like several times. Tears suddenly filled up my eyes as I let them fall to my face. I grabbed his hand and check his wrist,  its not beating. He is also not breathing. My eyes burst lots of tears and screamed help inside the classroom. There is someone will help him, there is absolutely someone will help him. I continued chanting and screaming for someone, I grabbed his hand tighter that I didn’t before. I felt my heart aching, I feel I am almost out of breathe screaming for someone. I don’t care about my illness, but for someone. Someone…

“Someone, help Pyo Jihoon.”