Chapter 53 – Chapter 53
The words he hears pierce his heart.
He couldn’t say anything, so he just covered his face with his hand and remained silent.
After a while, a clicking sound came from above his head.
“Tsk.”
Flinch.
His body trembled, but he didn’t have the confidence to put his hands away and face him.
“How old are you?”
It was a theory.
Do-gyun, who had been silent until the day before, spoke out in a trembling voice at the stinging rebuke.
“…Please don’t say anything.”
Can’t you just pass by without seeing it? It was a word that I brought out with such a wish.
“It’s a really good thing. Does the act of being 30 years old make a child cry?”
What came back was a cold rebuke.
Pudeuk-.
Teeth are grinding
It seemed that the wicked little boy had finally told me about today’s work.
Anger grew from a corner of his heart covered with shame and shame, and sparked a flame.
‘The next time we meet, it’ll be a chuckle.’
I thought he could be my secret friend, but the kid trampled on my innocence.
While Do-gyun was burning his anger, Eun-seol, who had changed his clothes before he knew it, sighed and spoke to him while sitting on the sofa.
“Get up now. Because it’s ugly.”
Do-gyun, who had been lying on her floor until the day before yesterday and covering her face, raised her finger and looked at her at her words.
The identity of the emotion that was thickly layered on her face was pathetic.
Do-kyun opened his mouth, feeling his heart aching again from that expression.
“…Don’t look at me like that. Because it hurts.”
“Didn’t you act like that?”
It was true, but couldn’t I have said it a little softer?
“Okay…”
Do-gyun stood up with a devastated feeling. He rolls across the floor and he gets sore feet.
Do-gyun, who raised her body completely and tapped her on the waist as she pulled her back, finally looked at her with her crazy thoughts and spit out her question.
“What the hell is that kid?”
As I looked at her with the thought, ‘I can tell you this much,’ she put me down and opened her mouth more than hers and let out her answer.
“You can see it, I’m a child.”
“No, I’m not asking for that…”
“Find out for yourself.”
She cut me off, announcing her firm refusal.
Apparently, he had no intention of giving information about other personalities.
Do-gyun, who was filled with frustration, began to complain in a tone full of emotions, thinking that he would be less resentful if he found out at least something.
“No, do you know how hard I worked today? Starting in the morning…”
Continuing complaints.
Do-gyun uttered her ardor, wanting her to know at least a little about her miserable state of mind, but what came back from her were words of obvious contempt from her.
“You bastard.”
“…”
“Shame on you. What is your mental age?”
“…”
It was a shame.
A hand came up over his face again.
Unable to show his face, Do-gyun trembled with shame.
“No matter how immature a child is, what if you fit in there?”
“Please stop…”
It was a sincere plea. I had no stamina left.
Suddenly, I missed Eun-ah.
It’s only been two days since I haven’t seen you, but I miss her smile as she hugs me and makes my eyes moist.
What else will come out tomorrow?
It’s only been two days, but Do-kyun, who started to worry about her remaining days, asked her a question with a deep tear on her face.
“Just tell me this.”
“What.”
“Are other personalities like this?”
It was an ambiguous question, but as always, she understood my meaning at once and spat out the answer.
“…They are nice.”
The words she spat out as she slightly averted her eyes had an uneasy resonance somewhere.
As Do-gyun’s expression collapsed even more miserably at the answer he heard, Eun-seol, who glanced at him, spat out words as if consoling her with a trembling expression on her face.
“Two people.”
Maybe my face looked so pitiful, she had taken the attitude that she had no intention of saying anything until just before, but after sighing, she gave a hint in a weak voice.
“There are only two left. Only one of them will come out this time.”
There are a total of 6 personalities including Go Eun-ah. She was saying that
It was a happy sound to hear.
It didn’t seem like a new personality would come out all the time and bother me.
Do-gyun took a small breath at her reply, and she took out her smart phone from her pocket and handed it to him, continuing her words.
“Write while I am. If I can’t keep in touch, I might be suspicious from the outside.”
“Oh, thank you.”
Do-gyun looked at her as he handed over her smartphone. Before I knew it, I saw her opening her book, taking her gaze away from me.
Perhaps immediately brought into a state of concentration, she began to stare intently at the top of her book, rolling her pupils back and forth.
Her eyes, which had been staring blankly at her until the day before yesterday, soon reached the book she was reading.
A philosophical book that makes your head hurt just by looking at the title.
‘I read difficult things.’
Looking back, it seems that the books she has been reading have always been of that kind.
It’s a taste she can’t quite understand herself, but once she starts reading a book to see if that kind of book is good, she doesn’t pay attention to anything else.
Realizing that she would ignore anything I said, Do-gyun let out a deep sigh and laid her body on the sofa.
Just enough room for one more person.
Do-gyun, sitting on her sofa at that distance, turned on her smartphone and continued her thoughts.
‘First of all… I have to research the data.’
I couldn’t repeat what I regretted in the morning.
When the internet was available, she had to gather as much data as possible about her multiple personalities.
Think of what to do
Immediately after, Do-kyun’s eyes saw a smartphone that turned on and the background screen popped up.
Do-kyun, who turned on the search engine by moving his finger, entered dissociative identity disorder on the search bar that popped up and pressed the OK button to start a full-scale data search.
‘I wish I could come up with something useful.’
Things like thesis data are outside of one’s understanding.
What you need is simple information that you can understand and precautions when dealing with patients.
His gaze lowered onto the screen and began to scan the information that came to his mind.
*
While I was looking at my smartphone with concentration for a while, I heard a voice next to me.
“Hey.”
When Do-gyun raised her head and looked in the direction from which she heard her voice, I saw her looking at me.
“Ah yes.”
“Let’s eat.”
Has it already been that time?
When Do-gyun looked at the time on her smart phone, he saw that the clock showed 7:00 in the evening.
Do-gyun, who checked the time and raised her body for a moment, felt that something that had been a question of hers so far popped into her head and asked her a question.
“But why is there no clock in this house?”
A question he had always had since he first came out of the bedroom.
At first, I thought it was just a means to ruin me by destroying my sense of time, but judging by Eun-ah’s behavior and her attitude of hiding, it didn’t seem like that.
As Do-gyun looked at her with her eyes full of questions, she maintained her brief silence before opening her mouth and spitting out the answer.
“Because I can’t recognize the passage of time.”
Perhaps he felt that it didn’t matter if I told him, but the answer that came back explained the reason quite coolly.
“If you accurately recognize the passage of time, you will continue to perceive other personalities popping up. That is unnecessary in Go Eun-ah’s happy world.”
“Ah.”
Understood at once.
To Eun-ah, other personalities are other people or delusions.
As characters who should exist only in my head, when I look at the clock, I recognize the empty time while they are sticking out.
That would destroy Eun-ah’s world.
Eun-seol was saying that this house had no clock for that reason.
Suddenly, I felt my chest tighten.
My stomach started to feel stuffy.
The growing emotion was sympathy.
Perhaps, this feeling is due to the traces of her life that can be seen throughout the house.
Perhaps the world in her delusion is so serious, but the furniture in her house, which she kept, removed, and refilled, remained as traces of her life and seemed so pitiful to me.
Ironically, the more I got to know her, the more her hatred for her faded, and her sympathy replaced it.
Laughter broke out.
Stockholm Syndrome.
A victim who sympathizes with the perpetrator and defends him.
He was just like that right now.
As if her clothes were getting wet by her drizzling rain, her emotions, which were getting wet little by little, were shaking her me so that I couldn’t hate her.
As if it was too late for her to grow up, she was in a state of falling for her now.
After being soaked in emotion for a while, Eun-seol’s words were heard again.
“What are you doing blankly?”
Words that haunt me.
As her do-gyun looked at her, she spoke to me with her usual weary eyes.
“Let’s eat.”
Only then did Do-gyun come to his senses and apologized with a shy expression on his face.
“Sorry.”
Hearing Do-gyun’s words, she replied as if it was nothing and asked for a meal.
“It’s okay, so let’s get some food.”
“Yeah.”
Do-gyun nodded at the answer that came back and headed for the kitchen, but stopped walking because of a sudden feeling of incongruity.
‘For a moment.’
Her head turned behind her and towards her, who was looking at her book.
‘Something…’
Now, naturally, a picture of herself cooking has been created.
Realizing that she was him, Do-gyun narrowed her eyes and glared at her. Sensing her gaze, she lifted her head and opened her mouth, staring at Do-kyun.
“What.”
A high-pressure, downtrodden tone.
Do-gyun felt his body shrink a little and drew a smile on his face before spitting out his words.
“Are you okay with ramen?”
That was the only food I knew how to make in this house.
There was silence for a moment, then she spat out a short answer.
“Jin Soon.”
“Yep.”
The answer was heard, and Do-gyun’s body headed back to the kitchen.
Today, I showed so much ugliness that I didn’t have the confidence to tell her to cook for her.
After a while, after finishing the meal, cleaning up after her, and even washing the dishes, I entered her bedroom and saw her lying down after getting ready for bed.
Do-gyun moved carefully not to touch her body, laid her on her bed, and spoke to her.
“Are you sleeping?”
“Yet.”
I heard her reply with her eyes closed.
Do-gyun looked at him for a while, then opened his mouth to ask a question that immediately popped up.
“Will a different personality come out tomorrow too?”
It was a question about tomorrow’s work.
“Yes.”
Short affirmation.
Judging by her attitude during the day, it was expected to be a fairly formidable opponent.
Do-gyun, who was filled with tension, was about to ask another question, but her mouth opened again.
“Give me a car.”
“Ah.”
Borrower. Tension rose again at the word.
“That… What kind of person are you? Is there anything I should be wary of?”
When I think of him as a person who drives 8 luxury foreign cars, I end up calling him high without even realizing it.
As Do-kyun poured out her questions, she seemed to continue her thoughts for a moment before answering them.
“It will suit you well.”
The head is tilted.
That was a very abstract answer.
Do-gyun, unable to understand the meaning of her words, stared at her for a moment full of curiosity about her, and then she opened her eyes, glanced at me, and closed her eyes again. Was
“…Cheer up.”
Unexpected words of encouragement.
Anxiety rose.
*
The next day, Do-gyun was able to understand at once what she meant by her words of cheer up, which she did.
When I came out of the bedroom, I saw In-young.
A hair band that covers the forehead coolly.
A white short-sleeved T-shirt with a loose neck and black shorts.
A woman was seen lying on the sofa with a smartphone in one hand.
Just like her little boy, it was a unique outfit that you could tell at a glance that it was a different personality.
As Do-kyun stared blankly at him, her eyes, which had been looking at her smartphone all the time, turned to me.
When she found me with a face that seemed to be filled with annoyance somewhere, she spat out her words with a small smile when she found me.
“Welcome bees.”
The gaze turned to her hand.
What she glimpsed on her smartphone screen was the main page of the community she was active in.
Involuntarily, her hand reached up and touched her forehead.
‘I’m going crazy, really.’
Next to the princess was the community addict.
