Vinseop-Beautiful Miracle-Chapter 1

Vinseop- Beautiful Miracle


Chapter 1


Kiseop P.O.V

Next thing I know, I wake up in a hospital. Flinching at the bright light, I try to sit up only to collapse back in pain. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed somebody sitting next to my bed with a worried expression as they watched me struggle. "W-what happened?" I asked my voice cracking.

"Shh you shouldnt talk. You jumped off the 3rd floor building. It would have killed you but you landed on a hot dog truck..." I realized that this was the person who had screamed at me when I jumped. He let a ghost of a smile touch his lips. "Even how chiche that sounds, the hot dog truck saved your life.." He then looked down, his eyes getting very wet. "I-I tried to stop you.. b-b-but.." He held back a choked sob and turned away from me, hand over his mouth as if to stop the wrenching sobs threatening to escape.

"W-who are you?" I asked softly, feeling both sorrow and resentment for the boy. Sorrow because I made him witness a terrible thing, but resentment because he shouldnt have tired to stop me. I didnt belong, so how dare he take away the only way to end my pain? The boy looked back at me and I was taken back. He was beautiful. He had blonde-ish hair that was styled to look tousled, light brown eyes that, I bet, would sparkle when he smiled, and a thin, fragile figure. He wasnt lanky looking but he looked fragile.

Turning back to me he met my eyes. "My name is Kevin. I had just moved into the apartment next to yours when..." he swallowed hard. "I feel like I could have stopped you.. Thats why I havent left the bedside since they brought you here.." For some reason when he said that, I blushed. But his next words stopped me cold.

"Why did you jump?" I froze. I didnt want to tell this boy that I was a failure. That I didnt even want to live. That I resented him for trying to stop me. I didnt answer him. He noticed my relunctance. "Its fine if you dont want to tell me.. But at least tell me your name. Please?" I only turned my head away from him. I couldnt look at him for fear that everything would come out. He was the kind of person that made you want to tell him everything, knowing that he would comfort you with those sweet eyes and soft hands.

For the next 3 days he never left my side, insisting on feeding me and taking care of me. I was unresponsive. I didnt want his help. He tried to stop me. He shouldnt feel guilty enough to feel as if he must take care of me. I would refuse to eat until I was starving, and even then I would look at him as he fed me. Resentment burning inside me. I wouldnt let him change my bed sheets or my hospital gown, insisting that only the nurses could. But he wouldnt listen. The first time I refused his pleas, he had the nurse sedate me. After that I let him, with the highest reluctance.

Everytime I refused, he always would have a worried look as if I was trying to kill myself again. I soon got used to his presence and began to be more willing to him. A few times I would look at him while he fed me, only to look away quickly, but not before I would see his small smile. But then one day, he wasnt there.

My soul was torn. He had left me. Alone. The whole day I wouldnt eat, wouldnt sleep, wouldnt move. I could only hold onto myself, staring blankly, and cry. I cried until all the liquid was gone from my body. But that wasnt enough. Then I began to heave. All the contents of my stomach pouring out, over and over again. When everything had left my stomach, I kept dry-heaving, making my body suffer with each heave.

The nurses had no clue what was wrong with me. They tried to help but nothing would work.

'You left me Kevin... there is nothing for me anymore' Thinking that one thought over and over until my body shut down from exhaustion.


'You left me..'