Day 8

"How long has it been?" Wooyoung asks himself as he watches his body sleep and the machines beep.

"8 days?" he said, then shook his translucent head. " no, It's been longer, I don't know anymore" Wooyoung muttered.

"dammit! Why can't I remember anything?" Wooyoung said before bursting into tears watching the same one's fall down his hollow cheeks.

"when will I wake up? How long do I have to suffer? Is this what I deserve for going against everyone I knew?"

*flashback*

Age 6

"mommy guess what!"

"what honey?" she said with a smile

"a girl gave me this Teddy she said I can keep it, isn't that great its so cute, I've always wanted one." the child said and his mother faced him before seeing the colour and the shape.

It was a pink rabbit, she sneered at it and snatched it off his hands.

" what? " Wooyoung exclaimed in shock.

" this is for girls, your a boy boys don't like teddies and the colour pink. Boys like cars and action figures. You are a boy!!! You do not like plushies!!!" his mother had yelled that night.

This wasn't the only time she blew up at him. But it got worse she started hitting him. His father had died a year before due to leukemia, and he was the only thing that protected the poor boy when his mom got riled up.

He remembers thinking one thing.
'was it wrong?' he knew his mother was wrong but to please her he became cold to the girls who tried to give him teddies and called him cute. It worked, for a while, until his mom got in an accident when she was driving him to school.

All he remembers from that day was what she yelled.

"YOU WERE NEVER MY SON I WISH YOU WERE DEAD!! I WOULD HAVE LIVED BETTER WITHOUT YOU!! JUST DIE!!" she then proceeded to throw things at him which alerted the hospital and got her located to a mental place that also helped heal her.

The only down side was that he had no where to go. He ran away from the hospital that same night and fell asleep on someone's doorstep, he was glad that they were nice people.

*Flashback end*

Was that a memory am I slowly remembering?

No, it must be important if its the only thing I remember.

Who was that boy?

He was older than me and he was shown at the end. Was he important to me?

I don't remember, why does this have to be so hard?

Eh, why am I crying?

Did he mean that much to me?

I don't get it?

Will I ever remeber everything?