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Eun-Jeong
There are people who use sleeping to get away from reality, from their problems, or from themselves in general. I am one of those people. Although, it doesn't always help as even in my dreams, my problems seem to hunt me. It makes you go crazy, because no matter what you do, or try, your problems are always there.
I jolt awake when I hear a loud bag coming from the entrance. I sit up on the couch and see Wooyoung struggling to quietly bring his stuff in, he looks adorable trying to be quiet. I stiff a laugh and he quickly look over to where I'm sitting.
"Oh, sorry to wake you up." He apologizes and I walk over to help him with his luggage. Only two luggage and one bag, he doesn't have many things, but I, myself, don't have many things as well.
"Don't worry about it." I say as I open the door to his room and set his luggage down, quickly walking out of the room after. "I tried my best to clean the room yesterday, there's probably still dust around but not that much. Oh, and I changed the bedsheets and stuff with new ones." I scratch the back of my head.
"Thank you very much." He says and I turn around to go to my room, to continue sleeping. Before I close the door I look back to see him unpacking his things. I smile softly at him even though he doesn't see me and close the door fully.
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"EUNJEONG!"
I once again jolt away and look around my room while yawning. I stretch while I get out of bed and look out the window, it was dark outside. Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I continue to outside the window and see it's midnight. Knowing I won't go back to sleep, I decided to take a long warm shower.
Few minutes later and I'm dressed in my demon slayer pj's pants and a white t-shirt, I put my glasses one while I look at myself. I walk out of my room and look at the door in front of me, it's close but I can see the light coming from under the door. I go over to the door and softly knock on it, I waited for while and the door open. He is wearing some boxer shorts and a black shirt, his hair is messy too.
"Hey, I see you are awake. Anyways, want to watch some movies?" I asks him as I take a step back to walk over to the living room if he rejects the offer. He stared at me blankly for a while, making me feel self-conscious. Crossing my arms over my chest and dig my nails inside my arms, not enough to break skin but to hurt.
"Sure." He answers and we both slowly walk over to the living room. We sit on the couch and I turn the television on, going to Netflix since there is a movie there that I want to watch.
"You alright with this movie?" I look over to him after asking him the question and he nods his head and with that I hit play.
We silently watch the movie but almost half way around the movie it started to rain hard. We both look at the balcony glass door and see the rain pouring down. We turn our attention back to the movie and both of us get more comfortable on the couch. I laid down on my side with my legs bend and Wooyoung just leaned his head on his hand.
I hear him yawn and I sit up, bringing my knees to my chest as I do. He looked over at me as I do the same. I smile lazily at him and he just gives me a ghost smile. How is it that you don't smile? I hate when people don't smile, I mean, I know the world is a horrible place but it won't hurt to smile.
"You can go sleep if you want." I say and he yawns once again. He stood up and looks over at me while he walks over to his room door.
"Don't stay up to late and don't sleep on the couch again." He says and with that he went to his room, closing the door behind him. Who are you to tell me what to do? But I won't.
"Goodnight." I whisper and laid back down while watching the movie. After the movie finished, I stay on the couch still while listening to the rain hit the glass door of the balcony, lightning is starting to happen and soon thunder started to ring through my ears.
"You ruined my life! Why did I have to meet you!? You promised you wouldn't leave me and you left me!" The male would yell as he would hit 17 year old Eun-Jeong with the metal part of his belt on her back. In every hit, thunder would clap, masking her cries of pain.
"How could you do that?! How dare you do that!? You left me all alone, Eun! Alone!" His last hit made her pass out on the cold bloody floor.
Coming back to reality, I cover my ears with both of my hands, humming to a song my mother used to sing to me every night. It doesn't help much because I still hear the thunder, but it does help me ignore it. Sometimes it helps, sometimes it doesn't. But right now, I am trying to make it work as I, now, have a roommate and don't want to give him a scare with my problems.
