1 HEMMING OF OUR PAST

"LET YOUR LIGHT SHINE FOREVER AND TAKE SOME OF IT TO LEND TO THOSE WHO NEED IT," For you, to me.

When I was five years old, I would spend three and a half hours every night on our balcony, watching and wishing to the stars for someone to take me and hide me away from all the darkness and expectations. But such a day never came.

I used to believe in fairytales and fantasies, but as the years and days pass, it becomes more difficult to do so. Things have changed, and I have changed as well. Since I became an adult, the world has given me more heavy tasks to carry, and everything I once believed in has vanished like a passing dream.

The night is cheerful, and lights are scattered that will make you blind. Outside the tall and gigantic building, people gathered like a thirst lion, pulling out words that would make your ears numb. Everywhere you turn, there is light flashing through your soul like you are a criminal.

There are no places to hide. If you've been living in the dark for too long, you'll be content with the light. However, if you remain in the spotlight for too long, you will become traumatized, exhausted, disoriented, manipulated, dictated, and suffocated.

There is light, and everything is in order. However, there is no indication or assurance as to where that light will lead or end.

I'm afraid that this world will teach me to distrust others more than I trust myself. I'm fighting this oppressive world on my own. I don't have anyone. I have myself and my comfortable life, but there is no warmth or comfort.

I'm looking for someone. Someone to keep me warm. Someone who can guide and provide words of wisdom. That would dispel my doubts about myself and the world.

Could someone, anyone, please assist me? Please assure me that everything will be fine. Please persuade me that everything will be fine. Is there anyone here? Anyone?

"Fei! Put your hands over your eyes! HURRY, COVER THEM!" Inside the Greek-themed mansion, a terrified adult woman yells to her five-year-old child.

"Please, spare my child, spare my child," the woman begs the three adult men, each wearing a black face mask.

"Listen to me. Don't look back. When I say run, you have to run as fast as you can, understand? " The woman, who wore a horrified and anxious expression, said to her young son as she kissed his forehead, then pushed him away from her.

"Run! Run!" the woman yells at the top of her lungs, anxious tears streaming down her cheeks as she watches her five-year-old son flee their mansion, which has now faded into the dark forest.

Bang

The five-year-old child comes to a halt when he hears the powerful gunshot echoed throughout the area, causing your body to tremble in fear. The five-year-old boy turned around, his heart racing with fear and worry as he gasped and huffed his breath.

As a result of his shock, his eyes were wide open. His eyes welled up with tears, his body shivered all the way down to his spine, and his knee buckled against the ground. He cries in vain. He touches his face, then begins to cry even louder.

"PAPA! MAMA!"

The deafening screams and somber tones of cries. In a remote, dark forest, a five-year-old child sobs.

With thunder, heavy rain began to fall on him. He roared like a lion, mixed with dragon cries that would deafen your ears for an hour.

The young boy continued to burst out his pain and unanswered feelings for years, and he eventually turned to trees that grow flowers but full of unseen scratches and bruises.

"PAPA! MAMA!" the screams of sorrow faded as ages and years surge in.

"... so cold, it's so cold,"

The man mumbles in his sleep as he lies in a large soft bed. With a voice filled with grief, fear, and sadness.

The interior is dark and devoid of any light reflection. The only thing visible is the curtain, which reflects some of the light from the window.

It's misty from the heavy rain outside, like a child crying and begging their parents to buy them the toys they want. While thunder claps and lightning flashes in every direction, it's as if a madman has awoken from his broken dreams and hopes.

As his nightmares continued, the man shivered in his bed. He continued to mumble words that only those with a dark and deep past could comprehend. He was alone and had no idea what was going on outside. But all he felt inside was the same as the situation outside.

"... n-no, no, someone, someone help. Help, please, "

Every night when he goes to bed, the nightmare consumes him like a pang of guilt and regret. He's afraid to close his eyes and fall asleep because the long dream of screams and terror will awaken him once more.

What he felt were long-gone memories, but they left scars and marks that will never heal or fade unless someone takes a step to wake him up from all those memories, then takes him away from all the pain he endured for an unbearably long time.

Fear begins to permeate every part of his body, and tears fall like an invisible pain inside his heart.

Brr

The sound of a phone vibrating in a drawer cabinet four times made a distraction, bringing him back to his senses and waking him up from his unbearable dreams with a gasp and an uncomfortable feeling. His eyes were wide open like he saw monsters. His body was still shaking over everything. The man looked like he was going through a fever. He was a mess. His face was pale and all sweaty.

The man turned to his side and quickly pecked the phone to his drawer with trembling hands, answering with a hoarse and raspy voice.

"H-hello?" He calls on the phone, his voice trembling with exhaustion.

"Hello? Fie? It is me, Jian. Wait, why does your voice sound different? Are you all right? You are not sick, are you? " The man on the line asked over the phone concerned.

"... N-no, is that month again," Fie answered with the same tone of voice.

To be continued.