Our Own Fantasy

ORV: It's Not Your Fault (Part 1)

But your rejection and your refusal have made his world go dark.

His star has gone. You have gone in his life.

You betrayed his trust.

Just like the world that has always been nothing but a nightmare to him.

At the age of 15, Kim Dokja took one last step, and he fell.

Maybe if he did this, the nightmares would stop.

His body is aching. He could hear screaming.

For the last time, Kim Dokja wished to meet you.

For the last time, he wished to have a dream where you are here with him.

A smile formed on his face.

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"Their condition is stable. Fortunately, we managed to resuscitate them. If you are one minute late, they would be gone by now."

The beeping sound was killing you. The smell of medicine was making your stomach churn.

You opened your eyes, but the blurriness was making its way.

"Looks like they're already awake. One last checkup, and they'd be good to be sent back."

"Thank you, Dr."

What the hell is this? Aren't you supposed to be dead?

Like a blur of motion, you have been given a common checkup after you finally could register what is happening and where you were.

Why did you not die?

Why are you still alive?

Why? Why? Why? Why?

The frustration and disappointment of not dying was killing you inside, making you ignore whatever the doctor and the correctional officer were telling you.

Like a doll, you let them do whatever they needed to do before they would bring you back into the hell of a nightmare. One attempt of yours has failed.

"Let's go, [3807]. You have made a mess, you know?"

"...Did you tell my family?"

The correctional officer secured the handcuff around your wrist.

"No."

You are glad; at least your mother wouldn't know about this. If you want her to know, it is better when you are not breathing anymore so you wouldn't need to see her crying face.

However, what you didn't expect is to see your mother here. In this hospital.

"Dokja, oh please. Don't do this to me."

"Mother?"

Your eyes shook when looking at her.

Is something happening to her or your brother? Why is she here? Why is she crying?

"[Name]?"

Her face was full of tears, the condition where you don't want to see her in. A shock expression flashed on her face before she quickly ran at you.

You pushed away the officers who were standing in front of you before you grabbed your mother's hands.

"W..what are you—"

"What happened to you? Why are you out here? Are you sick? Are you okay? You don't—"

Her questions stopped after realizing something. Her shaky hand raised up to meet your bruised neck, making you stiffen and step back.