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nightmare.
The nightmare that never ended even after I opened my eyes began in my third year of middle school. Before I even realized what had happened, or what wrong I had done to them,
"Where are you running off to?"
I'm trapped.
At first, I could endure it. I gradually became accustomed to the over-the-top antics you often see in dramas, and I believed he'd leave me when the fun wore off. That time was painful, even leading to extreme thoughts, but I held on to survive. To survive the trap.
Pouring spoiled milk, writing strange words on my back, asking my teacher questions that crossed the line. Things I now consider just pranks. As time goes by, I've become less and less sensitive to their actions, but they completely destroyed me.
outside.
They turned me away from everyone.
For just a week, everyone from my friends and teachers, who had always been by my side, turned their backs on me. I desperately tried to hold on, to mend our relationships, but the ties had already been torn. The feeling of even my own shadow leaving me was unbearable.
I was scared. The whole world seemed engulfed in darkness, unable to see anything. The fear of not being able to rely on anyone consumed me. Even my usual pranks seemed to have doubled in size.
I cried and begged. I prayed and cried until my palms were sore.
Can't we just be normal again? I'll do better. No, I don't mind treating you like a maid. Okay? I really thought I'd do anything you asked me to do. No, that's what I was thinking when I posted this.
"My lady."
"...."
"Ugly."
"I know, I know. Me."
"Because it's ugly,"
"...."
"Get out."
My breathing became irregular and my vision blurred. Only after every step had completely turned me around and left did I sink to the ground, whimpering. Come back. Come back. Please. Give me one more chance, just one more time.
'My lady.'
No, I'm sorry.
'Ugly.'
I know. I'm ugly. I'm ugly. So,
'Get out because it's ugly.'
No, please,
please...
"It was here."
Please don't leave me alone with those demons.
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"What makes you think so?"
"huh?"
"Because your expression looks upset."
"Oh, just."
"just?"
"Why did you torment me?"
"...."
"...I was just suddenly curious."
I thought you guys were just like that too.
I wondered if the nightmares I was having were just a random thing. It was tormenting me day after day, and I wondered if this was just a random thing.
Jimin, who had been quietly watching, suddenly lowered his gaze to the desk. What expression was on his face? Was he holding back a smile, or was his gaze sharply raised?
"I,"
"...."
"I told you not to bring it up. I'm going crazy because I feel sorry for you."
"You said you were sorry to me."
"...."
You know what?
You have that expression, it's the funniest.
I keep saying sorry.
Just accept what I've experienced.
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