Lies took the elevator.
Truth took the stairs.
Both arrived and met Revelation.
Jane killed a family in a car accident. Depressive and accustomed to self-harm, she decides to go back to where her life toppled upside down. Jane doesn't know what to e...
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Like every year I'm heading there, I don't plan, and it isn't a ritual. It's just the way it is; I have to be there.
The night seems darker, and the air is thicker. Breathing doesn't come easy; it's no surprise since the area is a dead zone.
If there's one thing I don't contest about the accident, there's no one in the area. It's a place where people pass; there isn't a reason to hang around.
I don't have any particular emotion; I just try to picture what my family was doing at that last moment. When the scene plays in my mind, I pray Min Ho was asleep, and it was painless for him. I hope smoke killed them, and they didn't die screaming in flames. That's the thought that haunts me the most, imagining them crying for help, knowing no one will come.
As always, I also have a thought for the driver; I can't believe a human being can cause such an accident and not attempt to rescue even one person. This behavior is beyond me; they can't be qualified as humans; even some wild animals have more dignity than that.
The police didn't disclose a lot of information about the accident; my constant harassment finally got them to reveal the exact place where it happened.
So here I am, standing on the other side of where the crash occurred. I'm about to cross, and there I see a shadow, someone posing flowers. In five years, I've never seen anyone except myself deposit anything. Neither my uncle nor my aunt comes here, and I can't bring my grandmother; she would die of grieve on the spot.
And this person is here before other thoughts barge into my head. I run. The hooded figure sees me and starts running away; he doesn't get far; I grab him by the collar and turn him around.
My heart stops. It's too much; I want to let go, but I can't. My grip keeps getting tighter around the person's arms. The pressure of my grip makes the person squeal with pain.
"NEO NUGU NYA?"
The person's hood drops down in the struggle and attempt to break free, revealing the nocturnal visitor's face. Tears stream down her face as she persists in fighting me off. Wait, it's a woman, and the eyes are too big for them to be Korean.
"Who are you?" I yell in English.
"Stop it, Tae Won; you're hurting me."
This voice.
Even in the dark, her eyes shimmer, and I see it. The void in her eyes seems to swallow me.
This stare.
"Jane, what are you doing here?"
My mind gets gritty; I glitch like a TV channel with no reception.
Frightened, Jane doesn't reply and carries on trying to shuffle free while I reel her back like a yo-yo. Jane works to liberate herself again, this time, leaning back as though she's waterskiing. I pull her back once more before letting go. The pressure makes Jane stumble a few steps backward.
