LOST AGAIN

Run. Hide. Breathe quietly. She is here.

Kai stormed into the dark and fusty room, swallowing his

breath, heart hammering, about to burst out of his chest. The

moment he thought he was safe under the table, her irresistible

music caught him. He could do nothing but close his eyes. And wait.

Where am I? Where am I now?

Pop music and chewing gum, loud laughs and sardonic

smirks, black and black demonic costumes—and there stands

Kai, alone in the crowded corridor. Being ridiculed for not being

‘normal’. There was too much anxiety and fear. No air to breathe.

No humans beside him. No muscles to move. Kai was stuck in

the hallway, surrounded by scary stares and unkind faces. With

all the strength he could squeeze out, he closed his eyes again.

And waited.

Just wake me up ... Someone ... Please ...

And within nanoseconds, Kai was in the land of tiny elephants

and giant ants, like in a film. Not being able to move swiftly

or stand up straight, he was cramped and atrophied. He cursed

being a slave to the time. He needed to escape the torment. He

needed to be rescued and get out of there. He screamed for help. He

closed his eyes again, waiting to be saved.

Yes. The White Wall.

The white wall with a large frame of a distorted picture; they

call it modern art. Though it did not imply anything in particular,

Kai was comforted because, this time, he knew he had woken up.

He had woken up to the never-settling, forever-confused but

beautifully-appearing nightmarish life.