This is a story I made based off the album Wings by BTS. I did it for a creative writing assignment at school.

Summary: a girl goes into a coma and wakes up after a strange turn of events

    I was just an ordinary girl, or at least I thought I was. To everyone else I was different to say the least. I am a very empathetic person. I love my parents so much, but they don’t love me. I’ve never really truly accepted who I am as a person. I’m very introverted, I hate people. I grew up around the piano. I loved it at first, until my parents started yelling at me when I didn’t practice. I always lied to them about it, lying just came naturally to me. I lied way to much though, and I eventually got caught. I was punished, severely. I was then supervised during piano practice by them both. When I messed up they would cut me. But I eventually grew numb to the pain. After I graduated middle school and went into highschool, I still played the piano, but my parents didn’t force me to play. I now did it for my own enjoyment, but the matter of the fact is, is that it hurts. The memories of when I was younger flood through my head, I remembered the pain. But the pain didn’t hurt anymore. The pain that hurt me so much when I was younger, didn’t hurt anymore. I was cut so many times, over and over that I grew to enjoy the pain. The pain that would hurt anyone else, I grew to enjoy. People would always tell me to stay away because they were scared of me. I have always had this weird obsession over drawing one single thing over and over, it was the only thing I ever drew, four circles. Not connected, just four circles, one was plain black not a perfect circle either. The second was black and white with two angles going through it. The third was black and gray and looked like it had paint dripped all over it. And the fourth was black with a slight gradient towards the bottom middle. I never knew why I always drew it, it was just a habit. Like it had been carved into my brain since I was born. The one other thing that I was obsessed with is the number 37642, written exactly like that in numerical form. It’s just a special number to me for some reason. Everyone thought I was insane because no matter what the assignment was I would incorporate the number 37642 or those four circles. People at my school thought I needed to go to a psych ward, and so did my parents. They thought I was insane too. It drove me crazy when I would try to explain to people that it’s just something I do subconsciously, but they would never listen, they would just say that I was crazy and that it made no sense at all. But to me it all made perfect sense in my head after one crazy little incident that happened.   

    It was just an ordinary day, I was walking home from school, but then I thought someone was following me, so I decided it would be best to take a different route than what I usually do. So I started to walk a bit faster and changed directions, but the person was still following me and they looked like they were closer to me than before. So I decided to stop walking and ask this person what they wanted, but before I could I felt a sharp pinch like pain in my neck. I turned around and saw a man with a mask on. I felt him pick me up and the last thing I heard him say was,’ Sorry, but this is for your own good.’ then I blacked out.

    I woke up and my eyes went wide at the stinging pain in my neck. Then I remembered what happened with the man in the mask. I sat up to hit the light switch thinking I was in my room, but then the lights suddenly turned on. I wasn’t in my room that’s for sure. This is a room I had never seen before in my life. Out of curiosity I decided to say, “ Hello.”

    And to my surprise a voice in my head responded, ' Hello. It’s nice to have some company for once.'

    I jumped out of shock and asked, “ Who are you? Where am I? And what do you want?”

    The voice then responded,’Well in simple terms I am a very evil being. You are in a special place that you will eventually find out what it exactly is. And as for why you are here well that is quite simple actually. You are here because someone else who has been here thought that you needed to be here as well. Don’t worry though because you will be fine, as long as you obey and follow along with my plans for you. You will see your family again as well, but I honestly don’t think you care about them. So I will leave you to it. Goodluck!’

    What in the world is happening? And what does he mean get to it? I have no clue what he is talking about were my thoughts at that point. I was about to lay back down on the bed I was on, but I couldn’t move. Everything then suddenly turned white. Then a black hole appeared and I fell into it completely submerged into darkness. After what felt like forever, I finally fell into a dimly lit room onto a bed. I got off the bed and looked around the room. I saw a picture of what looked like a bird, a tree, and a canvas which seemed to have the portrait of somebody on it. I didn’t recognize the person, but the face seemed familiar. I then saw a table sitting next to it with paint on a piece of wood and a paintbrush. I then felt the urge to paint so I picked up the wood with the paint on it, grabbed the paintbrush, but before I could even make one brush stroke, neon colored paints started oozing out from the eyes of the face, which made it look like it was crying. Then a bunch of memories suddenly flashed through my mind. It was of what looked like my parents and little me at my home, before all of the piano chaos. I then started crying, the memories stopped then, as quick as they started. I then wrote the word “ Begin” on the top of the canvas. Then everything went dark again.

    I then appeared in a bright white room. I was sitting at a table with an apple, pure blood red, sitting in front of me. There was also a camera facing me. I then looked to my left and saw a painting of a forest, with what looked like the same person's face from before blended in with the trees. I got up and decided to walk around. I then found another bed and laid down. Almost immediately after I hit the bed I fell asleep. I was dreaming about all the things I had ever lied about. The last image I saw before I woke up was a picture of me holding up my thumb and two fingers, except my fingers were covered in some black looking goo. My mouth was open and I ate it. I then woke up. My body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, my heart was pounding, everything looked so bright. I had felt this feeling many times before, but it was never as bad as this. I felt guilty, for every lie that I had ever said. I could physically feel my heart hurting. My conscience was screaming at me to go eat the apple. So I got up and tried to find my way back to that table, but I couldn’t find it. The guilt only got worse, it felt like every inch of my being was being consumed by it. It felt like I was walking through the same corridor over and over. So I finally sat back down on the bed again. Then it was like my mind was cleared of the guilt, so I got up and finally after what felt like forever, found my way back to the table. I sat down at the chair, picked up the apple, and took a bite out of it. Just then the camera flashed and took my picture. Why? I don’t know, but honestly I didn’t care. I finished the apple then stood up from the chair and looked at the painting, but it looked different this time. Instead of the person’s face from before it looked like my face, and above that was the word, “ Lie” Which low-key creeped me out, but I just walked away to the bed again. I then fell asleep.

    I woke up this time in an alleyway, dark as night. I then felt something wet on my body, so I looked down to only realize that I was covered in blood. I then saw blue and red lights flashing and heard sirens going off. I didn’t think much of it at first, but then I heard shouting from behind me and I turned around. I was then handcuffed for some reason and thrown into a cop car. We finally arrived at what looked like some old warehouse. I was taken out of the car and pulled along inside. I was then sat at a table and questioned about a crime that I knew nothing about me commiting in the real world, but I remembered, after I fell asleep on the bed. I also remembered me killing someone in my dream. The instant I thought that it’s like something inside me snapped and the guilt came back, but I lied straight through my teeth. But they obviously didn’t believe me, so they threw me into what seemed like a spare room. I then heard a loud creek from the ceiling. I looked up and saw a cage falling down, but I couldn’t move. The cage finally finished it’s descent from the ceiling and landed above me. I then laid down and looked at the top of it. And then I saw the word, “ Stigma”. I then blacked out again.

    I woke up in what looked exactly like my real room back home, but one thing was different, everything was the opposite color. Everything was bright and colorful, except for one thing, a brown antique looking piano. It looked exactly like the piano I used to play when I was little. It stood tall in the corner of the room. I then walked over to it and started playing a song that I remember used to be my favorite to play. After I finished playing the song I walked out of the house, into the road where I saw a billboard that said, “ First Love”. I then saw a pair of headlights pointed at me and a sudden flash of pain, which then quickly disappeared as I blacked out.

    I then woke up in what looked like a forest. It looked exactly like the one from the picture before I ate the apple. I didn’t know what else to do other than get up and walk around, so that’s exactly what I did. I finally came to a halt when I saw a light in the distance. I ran up to it. It was an old phone booth that was chained up. I couldn’t break the chains, so I finally gave up on that. I then looked up and saw my reflection in the glass, I looked different. And at that exact moment a word popped into my head, “ Reflection”. I then blacked out.

    I finally woke up again. It was bright. It looked like I was inside of a cargo tank of some sort. I then looked up and saw a clock. It was then marked at the number 37642, which I thought was odd considering that that isn’t even a real time. Then a bunch of pills came through a trapdoor that opened. I quickly grabbed a lot of them, grabbed a glass of water that was next to me, and swallowed them. Then the lights went out and a black light turned on and a bunch of bright neon colors appeared, it only lasted a few seconds before it all turned white again. I felt tired, so I laid down and stared at the ceiling, it had the word, “ Mama” written on it. I then blacked out.

    I now was in a room that looked like a normal room. Nothing seemed weird or off putting about it. I looked to my right and saw some flowers. I then looked to my left and saw a lighter. I grabbed the flowers and laid them on the ground, and then grabbed the lighter. I then lit the flowers on fire. I then stood up and walked out of the room. I walked down a very long hallway and at the end of it was the same picture of a crow that I saw at the beginning of whatever you want to call this. I then turned to my right and saw a doorway. I walked towards it and opened the door. I walked inside and sat down on the ground and in front of me was the number 37642, a picture of four circles like how I always drew, the words, “ Begin, Lie, Stigma, First Love, Reflection, Mama, and Awake.” There was also a picture of me at every place that I was. Me and the painting, the apple, in the cage, playing the piano, at the phone booth, in the cargo trunk, and with the flowers. I then stood up walked out of the room to find a mirror. I looked in it and my face looked like it was breaking, a black crack appeared on my face. I then blacked out for the last time.

    I woke up in a hospital. I looked to my side and saw my parents sitting there crying. I then sat up which caused them to look at me. They both looked shocked, but then they stood up, and started asking me questions. I then remembered everything that happened, but I lied to them and told them that I didn’t know. Which they believed thankfully. They then explained to me that I was in a coma for seven days. I then looked at my arms and saw that all my scars were gone. I then tried to get out of bed which hurt. The best part is is that it actually hurt. I didn’t enjoy the pain for once. I then sat back down and started crying. I was so happy that it hurt. My parents both thought that I was crying because it hurt which was true in a sense. They then called in the doctor. He examined me and said that nothing appeared to be wrong with me. He then said that I would be discharged the next day.

    After I was discharged from the hospital my life returned back to normal, pretty much at least, except now I didn’t hate people. I actually had a friend. My parents seemed like they actually cared about me, and people didn’t think I was insane anymore. I still drew those four circles, I still wrote the number 37642, but people didn’t find it weird anymore. So, all in all that coincidence changed my whole life. I may never know who that guy was that helped me, but I sure am glad he did.

You can pick any member you want to be the guy in the mask, but for me personally I just think of Tae. I don't know why I just think of him doing that.

Thank you so much for reading my  story.

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