There I was, sitting in a chair outside my balcony. Staring at the night sky, it was filled with stars and it seemed so beautiful. The moonlight rays were gently kissing my face and the chilling breeze was softly whispering onto my ear. There I was, sitting in a chair outside my balcony with a very delicious cup of Pinot Noir in my hand. Listening to my favorite track by Frank Sinatra, to be honest, he was by far one of my favorite musicians. "Fly Me to the moon, Let Me sing among those stars.." the music fade in the background. I don't know, I was too focused on how beautiful the moon was that night that I wasn't really paying attention to the music. I really can't explain it, there was something so striking about it. It was like, opening my eyes for the first time, it's as if, it were reaching out to me. Why did it keep on saying my name, though? Why- "HOSEOUK! HEY ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?! YOU BETTER NOT BE IGNORING ME!" Oh, right. The reason why I felt like it was talking to me was because my little sister was calling me. But, it all felt like a dream. I was so confused I couldn't even seem to get my words together. Anyway, after a while, a big cloud that was being carried by the winds of the night covered the moon. Then, I snapped out of it, like if I was being hypnotized by something or someone. "I guess I should head back inside for today, it's getting pretty cold out here" I said to myself as I gathered my stuff and headed back inside. I headed downstairs just to see that the lights were off and no one was home but me, which to me was pretty weird because I could've sworn I just heard my little sister calling me. I didn't pay much attention to it, though so I carried on, and placed my cup of whine on top of the sink and headed back upstairs, turning the lights off on my way up. That night I left the curtains and windows open, just because I wanted to see the moon again and fall asleep while looking at it. Eventually, I fell asleep.
But, in my dream... I saw a black shaped figure that reached out to me and told me, that it was the devil. I woke up & I saw it again. But, this time it- oh shit. It was my mother, just that the light was blocking me from seeing her face and so I screamed: "GET AWAY FROM ME!!" at that time, I lost my mind. I didn't know what was real or what was fake. It felt like I was living in a realistic dream. I guess, I really did go crazy. Mom took me to see a Therapist and I took therapy for about a month or so, then I was free.
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The Life of a Sinner
Short Story"The Life of a Sinner" explains the way Hoseouk lives. Hoseouk, like everyone else, is a Sinner. His life gives a huge turn when he encounters something he thought did not exist. Hoseouk has to find the answers for himself, by letting himself be us...
