Chapter three:
------------------I'm lying in a padded room, secure from the world with no interruptions of any kind.
I can't figure out where I am, all I can make out is the endless white surrounding me, filling my mind with a false sense of purity. As I place my hand onto the wall, I feel the silky padding on the walls that are protecting me from harm. Suddenly I'm hit with thoughts.
Where is Meiwoo?
Where is Hwasa?
Are the okay?
I feel the enormous migraine filling every inch of my mind, destroying all of my sane thoughts till I can't comprehend any kind of message my brain is trying to send me.
The pain! It's tearing my head apart! "AGHH!" I pant while flipping my body on the ground and facing upwards till suddenly the pain stops. My mind is once again filled with more thoughts on Meiwoo and Hwasa, till the headache comes back!
It won't leave me alone! The whispers, they're shouting now!
Hwasa doesn't need you
She's already dead.
Meiwoo is dead too.
Your father left.
And you know what?
You killed them all yourself.
"Just shut up! I don't need those thoughts in my head! I'm about to fight to the death and tear my sanity bit by bit just doing that!"
The whispers stop, I blink looking up at the endless white around me, I can't find an end to it. So I just flop right back on the ground.
I hear a sound, kind of like gears crunching and then two singular flaps open on either side of me, filling my purity prison with small, orange and white capsules.
Take them.
Why?It will make you feel better
Really?!Yes. You'll even find Hwasa and Meiwoo after you've taken them.
Fine. I'll take it, but only because I want you OUT OF MY HEAD.I reach over to one of the piles, delicately taking one of the capsules into the palm of my hand. I study it more, noticing the small little engravings,
12-24-72-0
What does that mean?! Should I remember it? I hesitate even more so than I had before, only thinking of the negatives that would come.
Slowly slipping the small pill into my mouth, I dry swallow it with no problem. I feel nothing at first, then I feel everything.
Colours.
Everywhere.My mind fogs out, showing the room filled with neon paint and splatters. Some of them are even on me, I place my hand on the wall, no longer feeling a plush security blanket. Now only feeling the harsh cracking of the deep abyss of my mind. Filling my mind with false senses of beautiful springs.
Spring days full of laughter.
Days where the sun doesn't stop shining. Not like this one where it never even makes an appearance. I laugh so hard that my mind just stops. So hard that I can't think straight.
I'm bending over at the waist, cackling just so I can find my sense of sanity. But this dream has shown me that I lost that long ago. Too long ago to even tell.
Who is going to tell my story when I'm gone? Who will tell both my sisters how cowardly their brother was? What am I going to do when I'm gone and I can't help them anymore?
I need to stop thinking, that's not going to get me anywhere. Overthinking is just going to get me farther into the darkest parts of my mind and not outside of the stupid white box! But I can't help think of everything. I'm panicking and I don't know what to do!
"MEIWOO! HWASA! Where are you!!"
I scream again with so much feeling, hoping that they'd find me. They may be young, but they're smart. I don't want to find out that they're stuck in similar situations. Anything can happen!
Then, all of the noise stops.
I whip my head up so fast, looking to the door. I have so much paint on me that anyone would think that I went to a carnival or something. I stumble up to my feet with small and sure steps.
I hesitantly start to make my way to the now cracked open door, pushing through to the other side. I'm met with a painting of a dark and gloomy mountain side full of fog. I just smile and think,
"I'm out."
And as I'm walking up to the painting to get a better look,
I wake up.I lift my tired body from the plush material of the bed, realizing that Hwasa had somehow worked her was into my bed during the night. I smile softly down at her, admiring just how much of a beautiful young women she would grow up to be.
Then I think too much again and realize, she might not even make it out alive.
I shake my head, no. I'm going to make sure she makes it out of this death trap, even if it's the last thing I do. I have to let her be able to grow big and strong, and be able to tell tales to her grandchildren about all of the amazing and terrible adventures that she's had in these games.
She has bonded to me in such a short amount of time and I really don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing. On the good side, I've gained another amazing sibling to teach things to and to be able to watch grow. On the other, worse case senerio, I know that it will just be harder to let her go now that I've become so attached to her.
And now, remembering that today is the day where we have to be shown off to the capital as fresh meat has just put a damper on my mood even further. I put my hand on my head, trying to run away the incoming headache.
Wait.
12-24-72-0?
Where did that come from....
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Alrighty now, third update today! I'm actually really curious as to what you guys think the 12-24-72-0 means. Obviously I know what it means, so what are y'all's guesses? And now, this chapter is all about the kind of fear one can get when experiencing a lucid dream. Hobi has just experienced his first, and these dreams are going to be very important. Already, this first dream has given two really big indicators as to what is going to happen later.

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