My Happy Ending Chapter 2
a/n: So sorry for the late update. I've been on depression mode this past week so I apologize for that. Anyways an update from me. Sorry I think this chapter is kinda lame. Warning for there might be grammatical errors and confusions. Comments are forever loved ^_____^ ♥ ♥
‘Jinki, Jinki…’
A voice from my side woke me from my slumber. I stirred a bit, tossing myself on one side. Huh why can’t I toss my body on the side? I tried raising my arms but the straps encircled unto it prevented me. Why am I strapped on this bed? I slowly opened my eyes and saw my mother’s anxious look.
‘Oh my God, Jinki, you’re finally awake! You made me and your appa worry a lot.’ Umma scooted closer to my bed and took hold of my hand firmly.
I let my eyes wander around my surroundings. Those white walls, green curtains, clearly means that I’m confined in a room somewhere in this hospital. But how did I got here?
Running…I remembered running. Why am I running then?
Maximum age would be 20
Suddenly reality struck hard on me. I’m going to die. I’m not gonna achieve my happy ending. Without me noticing, a tear escaped my eyes. This didn’t go unnoticed by my umma.
‘Why are you crying, Jinki? Come on let it to your umma.’ My umma stared me, her large beady eyes filled with concern. Seeing my mom like this, I couldn’t help but cry more, the pain of leaving her behind soon is overwhelming my whole system. I don’t want to die yet. I don’t want my parents to suffer because of me.
‘Umma…am I going to die?’ I could see my mother’s eyes widening, her stare full of disbelief. That gesture alone gave way to the real answer; I am really going to die.
‘No baby. Umma won’t let you die. You’ll get well soon.’ My umma blurted out while tears started to stream down her cheeks. Suddenly she encircled her arm around me, hugging me as I remained immobile on my bed.
‘Don’t ever say that you’ll die. Umma will find a way to heal you. I assure you that.’ Umma continued to hug me tightly. I wanted to reciprocate her hug but these straps are preventing me. I tried to convince myself that I will be healed. Umma promised me. I should hold on to that promise.
But even though no matter how I tried to convince myself, I know behind those words lays the uncertainty about my future.
/o.o.o.o/
A week has passed since I have realized my condition. I tried to act normal: attending classes, doing HW’s, obeying my parents, but I felt dead inside already. In my vision, the world full of colors has been deduced into monochrome. The sparkles I always saw in the things I do began to fade. Slowly, my once cheerful world began to crumble into dust.
Lying about this was not easy. My parents have given all of their reassurance that I will continue to live but my system didn’t felt at ease with those words. All hope seems to have abandoned me. I lived in a world full of uncertainty; one moment I’m okay then next I would be writhing in pain.
After another episode of the painful throbbing in my chest, I found myself situated once more in this familiar room. How ironic that last time I found myself situated in this room, it felt like prison but now those light brown wall felt like sanctuary.
Sitting in this bed, I found myself staring at the people outside through the glass window. Children of my age playing soccer, smile imprinted on their faces as they passed around the ball towards the goal. I wanted to be a part of that, I wanted to play too but I was restricted to stay here. I want to be like them, I want to move freely, but the harsh reality tells me that it is impossible. I could only let out a sigh as I watch them play. I’m too tired to cry over my broken dreams.
The opening of the door distracted me from my wistful thinking. I turned my head to see Dr. Kim, writing some unknown observations in my record. I gave him a smile as he approached my bed.
‘So how are you feeling right now?’ he positioned his stethoscope in front of my chest to see if my heartbeat is regular. After checking it, he wrote it down on my records.
‘I’m fine Dr. Kim. When will I be released?’
‘Well maybe tomorrow. We’ll see first your medical results before you are discharged.’
Bamm…The sudden opening of the door startled me. Even Dr. Kim was surprised by the abrupt intrusion of a person inside my room.
‘Dad where did you go I tried looking for you everywhere.’ The person said while approaching Dr. Kim’s back. The person was around my age, I assumed because of the person’s height. I couldn’t see yet the person’s features since that person was still standing behind Dr. Kim.
The person seems to have noticed my presence for I saw that person peeked from Dr. Kim’s back.
‘Hello’ The person greeted me with those feline eyes. It was full of life, full of sparkle.
For once I saw a glimmer of light in my dark world.
a/n2: do you want het!Onkey or just Onkey. Just saying. Please tell me your choice. ^_____^
‘Jinki, Jinki…’
A voice from my side woke me from my slumber. I stirred a bit, tossing myself on one side. Huh why can’t I toss my body on the side? I tried raising my arms but the straps encircled unto it prevented me. Why am I strapped on this bed? I slowly opened my eyes and saw my mother’s anxious look.
‘Oh my God, Jinki, you’re finally awake! You made me and your appa worry a lot.’ Umma scooted closer to my bed and took hold of my hand firmly.
I let my eyes wander around my surroundings. Those white walls, green curtains, clearly means that I’m confined in a room somewhere in this hospital. But how did I got here?
Running…I remembered running. Why am I running then?
Maximum age would be 20
Suddenly reality struck hard on me. I’m going to die. I’m not gonna achieve my happy ending. Without me noticing, a tear escaped my eyes. This didn’t go unnoticed by my umma.
‘Why are you crying, Jinki? Come on let it to your umma.’ My umma stared me, her large beady eyes filled with concern. Seeing my mom like this, I couldn’t help but cry more, the pain of leaving her behind soon is overwhelming my whole system. I don’t want to die yet. I don’t want my parents to suffer because of me.
‘Umma…am I going to die?’ I could see my mother’s eyes widening, her stare full of disbelief. That gesture alone gave way to the real answer; I am really going to die.
‘No baby. Umma won’t let you die. You’ll get well soon.’ My umma blurted out while tears started to stream down her cheeks. Suddenly she encircled her arm around me, hugging me as I remained immobile on my bed.
‘Don’t ever say that you’ll die. Umma will find a way to heal you. I assure you that.’ Umma continued to hug me tightly. I wanted to reciprocate her hug but these straps are preventing me. I tried to convince myself that I will be healed. Umma promised me. I should hold on to that promise.
But even though no matter how I tried to convince myself, I know behind those words lays the uncertainty about my future.
/o.o.o.o/
A week has passed since I have realized my condition. I tried to act normal: attending classes, doing HW’s, obeying my parents, but I felt dead inside already. In my vision, the world full of colors has been deduced into monochrome. The sparkles I always saw in the things I do began to fade. Slowly, my once cheerful world began to crumble into dust.
Lying about this was not easy. My parents have given all of their reassurance that I will continue to live but my system didn’t felt at ease with those words. All hope seems to have abandoned me. I lived in a world full of uncertainty; one moment I’m okay then next I would be writhing in pain.
After another episode of the painful throbbing in my chest, I found myself situated once more in this familiar room. How ironic that last time I found myself situated in this room, it felt like prison but now those light brown wall felt like sanctuary.
Sitting in this bed, I found myself staring at the people outside through the glass window. Children of my age playing soccer, smile imprinted on their faces as they passed around the ball towards the goal. I wanted to be a part of that, I wanted to play too but I was restricted to stay here. I want to be like them, I want to move freely, but the harsh reality tells me that it is impossible. I could only let out a sigh as I watch them play. I’m too tired to cry over my broken dreams.
The opening of the door distracted me from my wistful thinking. I turned my head to see Dr. Kim, writing some unknown observations in my record. I gave him a smile as he approached my bed.
‘So how are you feeling right now?’ he positioned his stethoscope in front of my chest to see if my heartbeat is regular. After checking it, he wrote it down on my records.
‘I’m fine Dr. Kim. When will I be released?’
‘Well maybe tomorrow. We’ll see first your medical results before you are discharged.’
Bamm…The sudden opening of the door startled me. Even Dr. Kim was surprised by the abrupt intrusion of a person inside my room.
‘Dad where did you go I tried looking for you everywhere.’ The person said while approaching Dr. Kim’s back. The person was around my age, I assumed because of the person’s height. I couldn’t see yet the person’s features since that person was still standing behind Dr. Kim.
The person seems to have noticed my presence for I saw that person peeked from Dr. Kim’s back.
‘Hello’ The person greeted me with those feline eyes. It was full of life, full of sparkle.
For once I saw a glimmer of light in my dark world.
a/n2: do you want het!Onkey or just Onkey. Just saying. Please tell me your choice. ^_____^