Death Day - 06.04.2021
This life is a little different from the others.
When I was twenty-one years old and still hadn't met anyone I would think about for the rest of my life, I knew something was wrong.
All eight of my previous lives had been the same.
Each life was dedicated to a different person.
Each time I met a someone who made my heart blossom and broke it right after.
My whole life was basically about meeting that someone.
Some of these people I met while we were still children, others I met in my youth.
In my ninth life, that didn't seem to be the case.
At twenty-one, I hadn't found my person yet.
Was it because I was born deaf?
Was it because I had already met my person, but it didn't work out because I couldn't communicate with anyone this time? I wondered about the reason for a few years now.
My mother and I lived a peaceful life together.
She was a bit older, which is why I was worried about her.
Nevertheless, she got up every morning with a smile and went to work.
On April 6, 2021, I decided to pick my mother up from work and drive her home.
She was happy that someone came to pick her up so late in the evening.
I dropped her off at the front door and drove on to the nearest parking garage, which was only a few streets away.
On my way back, however, I had an uneasy feeling.
Something wasn't quite right.
I hurriedly stopped and looked around.
At first glance, everything was as usual, but when I looked behind me, I saw a figure standing in the distance.
A man, quite tall... Why was he just standing there and not moving?
All of a sudden he came running towards me.
All the adrenaline spread through my body from my legs to my head.
My body gave way and I started to run.
Where was I supposed to run to?
Home would have been a bad idea.
The nearest police station was too far away.
I would have been lost in a parking garage or a quiet neighborhood.
It wasn't midnight yet, I would have had a chance in the livelier neighborhood around here.
I could have-
The world was pulled out from under my feet, I landed on the ground.
A heavy person grabbed me and pulled on my arms and hair, making me cry out.
Shortly afterwards, I felt his hand around my mouth.
I struggled, kicking around and trying to make as many noises as possible.
He was stronger than me, by a lot. I stood no chance.
He managed to pull me off the main road to a place where no one would find us.
Of course I didn't understand.
What was that about? Who is he and what does he want from me?
It turned out that he was my ninth person.
The man whose name I didn't even get to know, the man I had never met before.
My ninth life ended on 06.04.2021, at the hands of a stranger who I couldn't even recognize in the dark moonlight that evening.
I will definitely not forget this life so easily.
(Kim Mingyu)
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Project 13 | English
FanfictionDarling /ˈdɑːlɪŋ/ used as an affectionate form of address to a beloved person. - Living a whole life wasn't exactly easy. Being born, getting to know your surroundings, learning to love, experiencing pain and dying in old age. All the ups and downs...