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𝓟lease someone….
anyone…
Save me!

“….ꅏꍟ꒒ꉓꂦꎭꍟ [ꈤꍏꎭꍟ]…”

A strange gruff voice calls out to me. Shocking me out of my 5th panic attack this hour.

“Huh? Who’s there?” My shaky voice makes me pity even myself.

“ꌩꂦꀎ ꉓꍏꈤ ꉓꍏ꒒꒒ ꎭꍟ ꁅꂦꀸ”

“I don’t get it…..Please explain yourself! Did you do this to me?”

After being stuck in here for what felt like days my already fragile mental state was beginning to crack. Even talking to a strange entity was better than being alone.

“ꌩꂦꀎ ꌗꃅꂦꀎ꒒ꀸ ꌃꍟ ꓄ꃅꍏꈤꀘꀤꈤꁅ ꎭꍟ ꃅꀎꎭꍏꈤ. ꎇꂦꋪ ꀤ
ꃅꍏᐯꍟ ꁅꀭᐯꍟꈤ ꌩꂦꀎ ꍏ ꌗꍟꉓꂦꀎꈤꀸ ꉓꃅꍏꈤꉓꍟ. ꀎꌗꍟ ꀤ꓄
ꅏꍟ꒒꒒….”

The strange voice goes quiet.

“Hello? Did you leave?” I received no answer.

I was quiet for a little bit before my mind started to crack once more. I was all alone again….

“No…. I don’t wanna be alone” I whispered to no one but myself.

“Please come back! Don’t leave me here!!” My screams echo in the pitch black space.

Tears stream down my (S/C) face. And I close my eyes to stop them.

This is worse than hell, what did I do to deserve this?

“Help me”

“Please….”
Huh? Why do I sound so clear?

My eyes snap open. “What the fuck?”

I was no longer in the darkness. Instead, I was  now standing in a classroom? A small one at that. How did I get here? Did that thing do this? It was a plain room but still gave off a kiddish vibe.

All the mental strain from being in that dark place melts of my shoulders and I feel like I can finally breathe again.

“Does this mean I didn’t actually die?”

My eyes watered from the brightness of the room but I couldn’t care Less as I run up to the window to soak in the sunlight.

I try to open the window to get some much needed air but my small hands were to weak. small…SMALL?

I pull my hands back and stare at them with wide eyes. “Why am I so small? Actually why does this classroom look like this?” I start to look around and it’s almost as if I was in a Korean styled elementary school.

“Wait huh?” I turn around and look at the board in the front of the classroom and the words are not English. It’s Korean!

This can’t be real? Was I actually reincarnated….

“Thank god! The life I had before was absolutely miserable. Maybe now I could have a real chance a”-

“(Name)? Why are you talking to yourself?”
A high pitched voice called out to me.

Never mind…

My face erupted into flames of embarrassment and I shakily stood still. To scared to face the girl who seen me being a crazy person.

There gonna think I’m crazy now! What type of normal person talks to themselves like that!

I didn’t turn around but heard the door squeak open and the person walk up behind me.

A small, pale hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me around to face them.

“Class is gonna start soon. Did you eat breakfast?”

The girl was pretty…. she had mid length black hair and pitch black eyes to match. She was looking at me in a way people don’t usually look at me like.

As if…..It was as if she loved me?

Usually I get looks of disgust sometimes pity but never love. And definitely not this strongly.

Someone cared about…me?

Without even knowing it I had started to tear up. Big fat tears drip down my face and collect at my chin. It was ugly

“Huh?!  (Name) what’s wrong?” Her caring stare switched to worry almost instantly. I could feel cold hands grabbing mine and rubbing them gently.

She treated me as if I was glass getting ready to break. And I didn’t hate it.

I didn’t answer at first and just stared at her. I felt like I could trust her. Like I had known her for a while even though I’m sure I’ve never met her before. She just looked familiar.

“I’m okay. Sorry for worrying you.” I offered her a small smile. And she gave one right back.

Sadly our cute moment was ruined when the doors where slammed open and in came a herd of students. They all came in before grouping together in their own little clicks, with some exceptions of course….

My anxiety started acting up and I gripped the dark haired girl hand harder.  If she cared she didn’t say it. So I just continued to use her as my support beam.

After everyone was seated the dark haired girl turned back to me and pulled me to two empty desk seats. I sat beside her, we kept our fingers intertwined which helped calm me down a little.

I sadly couldn’t shake the uneasy familiar feeling I was getting from being in here. Like I should be scared? Goosebumps formed on my skin and I rubbed my arms to try and warm up.

Why did so many of these kids have such weird hair colors. There were some normal brunettes but others had white and some had red.

I watched as the sliding doors were opened once again and this time it was the teacher and behind him another white haired person.

“Good morning class.” He said.

Everyone stood up and responded back, “Good morning!”

Me being confused as hell didn’t move a muscle and instead just stayed seated. The teacher paused and looked down at my still sitting form. He frowned but didn’t say anything.

“We have a new student. She’s really shy so I want you all to give a warm welcome to Juhyeon.”

“Juhyeon? that sounds familiar.” I mumbled to myself.

Wait…

The girl that was once standing behind the teacher walks out and I almost pass
Out on the spot. That silver hair, those gray emotionless eyes. It really is her!

“Oh shit…”

“That means…” I turn my head to the person to the right of me.

“Jeongmin?” I whisper with uncertainty.

Said girl stops looking at the new girl and turns to me. “Yea (name)?”

“I”- my shattered mind can’t even form a sentences.

I’m in Dreaming Freedom?!