Cevil sat on the bed, watching the other drug addicts nervously. His ears were tired of the noises, but he couldn't blame them, he would be screaming the same way they did soon.
He felt it.
Firstly, his muscle ached. His back was itching. It did not matter much yet; it was still the start of the torture. It continued for a few hours and seemed to become worse. At first, Cevil thought it wasn't that hard to bear it. It had been the fourth hour after the ache. He was sweating very badly. He started to feel that his entire body was in pain. It felt like there were thousands of needles prickling him every millisecond. He ached, he itched. He felt hot and ill, he felt as if his blood were drained away.
His skin was pricked every second. He gripped his fists tightly, his entire body trembling at the same time. He wanted to vomit, and he got nausea, his throat was feeling incredibly uncomfortable. His stomach was feeling bad. He had tearing eyes; he had a runny nose. Cevil hated drugs, yet he was craving for it currently. He cried; he couldn't explain the feeling of it. He kicked the bed, he screamed, he howled, he yelled. His entire mind was screaming at him to get drugs to take. No one was there for him. He felt as if his life was doomed. He can't bear the madness of craving for drugs. He was trembling, tears trickled down his face. The rope grabbed his legs tightly, he couldn't get anywhere.
After a few hours of unbearable pain, KJ appeared outside the door.
"Help me!" Cevil howled, thinking that KJ would free him. He would immediately run out to get drugs, although he knew he wasn't supposed to, he was forced.
Once again, KJ watched him with sorrowful eyes, "I'm sorry," he said quietly, he grabbed Cevil's right hand and took a rope. Cevil struggled, swinging his hands away from KJ. KJ caught hold of his hand again, and this time, immediately tied it to the fence by the bed, then he repeated it to Cevil's left hand. Cevil was now tied to the bed as if on a horizontal crucifix. He turned his back towards Cevil, about to leave.
"Please!"
KJ turned and looked at Cevil. "I'm sorry," he repeated.
"You betrayed me!"
KJ walked away.
This continued for one month.
Cevil sauntered out of the treatment room, dragging his heavy bones. He had no strength and energy. As he walked down the stairs, he began thinking about himself. He thought that everyone would look down on him. A drug addict, this would be his new name. He could imagine when he was back at school, everyone standing on one side and he entered the school, standing as far from him as possible, discussing the drug addict, laughing and looking down on him. He reached the end of the stairs, he turned towards the exit gate.
He wasn't expecting anything.
But KJ was standing there.
Instead of Kent.
Cevil almost cried, did Kent look down on him as well?
KJ rushed towards Cevil. He was half smiling, half upset. The way Cevil looked made KJ heartache. His beard and moustache had grown, although there wasn't much, after not being shaved for a month. His hair was almost over his ears, his fringe covering his eyebrows. Cevil was thinner than before. He could see the bones in his cheeks that used to be fleshy. He only saw sadness and hopelessness in Cevil's eyes. He held both of Cevil's arms, then he said, "I said, I wanted to see a healthy and energetic teenager, now, what am I seeing?"
Cevil swung KJ's hands away, then he walked away.
He didn't know how long he had been walking, he thought KJ wasn't following him anymore, then he sat down by one side in the garden. He felt someone sitting beside him, it was KJ. Cevil got up, when KJ pulled his hand, "Are you interested in listening to my story?" KJ asked, then he made Cevil sit.
"When I was a little boy, around six, my parents sent me to the orphanage."
Cevil turned his head around and stared in the other direction, seeming to ignore what he said.
"But, before they sent me there, they taken some drugs."
Cevil was still staring at somewhere else.
"They were too excited. I was too young that time, my strength wasn't enough to struggle and disobey them, giving them the opportunity to inject drugs into my body."
Cevil turned his head a bit.
"When I was struggling at the same time, my father took a knife and threatened me. Of course, I didn't listen, and he cut me with the knife."
Cevil turned his head slightly more.
"When I was crying due to pain, my mother injected drugs into my body."
Cevil was facing KJ but staring at the bench.
"That's why you see, there's a scar on my chest right now," as he said, he unbuttoned the top of his shirt. It was true, there was a deep long scar on his chest. "Luckily the knife didn't cut into my lungs, or any important parts that would cause death. I had been laying on the bed at home with the huge wound for around six to seven hours. The effects of drugs have gone, and my parents just realized what they did to me. They panicked and threw me to the orphanage during midnight. I almost died, the doctor said it was a miracle for me to live even after the virus infection and losing such an amount of blood."
Cevil remained silent.
"Luckily, after a few minutes my parents left me, someone found me, and informed the orphanage's owner to send me to hospital." KJ stopped. "That's not true," Cevil muttered.
"What isn't true?" KJ was glad that Cevil finally spoke. "Your story is fake," Cevil said quietly. KJ grinned, Cevil had spoken two sentences. "It's one-hundred percent true," KJ said. Cevil looked away again. "So, can I continue my story now?" KJ said, as he buttoned his collar back. Cevil gave no response, and he continued.
"Wait, where did I stop at?" KJ said, hoping Cevil would say something again.
"Miracle that you survived."
"Huh?" KJ continued to pretend.
"You lost a lot of blood, and had virus infection, but survived."
"Oh thanks, great. Now I'm going to continue it." KJ smiled. "So, I had high fever during that period, and I had to stay in the drug rehab center at the same time. Do you know how painful that was? Fever plus the drugs, I thought I would die," KJ said, "It took me seven months to totally get rid of the craving for drugs mindset, plus I was just a kid. Did you know how torturing it was for me?" KJ got a bit agitated.
Cevil felt bad for KJ. KJ suffered much more than he did.
"Even worse, I had to get over this thing by myself. I had no family, no friends. Everyone at the orphanage treated me as a dangerous drug addict, and even gave me nicknames. None of them understood me, they laughed at me. I had depression, and almost got autism. Lucky me, there was a nice cop that was around my current age. He visited me almost every day. He brought me snacks, toys, books, and he always chatted with me. He encouraged me, and he seemed like an elder brother to me, or maybe even a father."
"That's great for you," Cevil said another sentence again.
"He was the entire reason why I am now a healthy, happy and optimistic young guy right now. He was also the reason why I wanted to be a cop. I hoped to help people just like him. He was totally my hero." KJ said.
"Thanks for telling me your story. I know it's fake, but you're just trying to help me, thanks," Cevil said.
"Well, yes, I'm trying to help you, but I can tell you, this story is true." KJ said. "Okay." Cevil began to wonder. So, this story was true. He can't imagine a young, smart and optimistic cop would have such a dark childhood. So, it was true what people said that the happier someone looks, the unhappy memories they have and experienced.
"I'm sorry for your unhappy childhood, you mentioned it just because of me, I made you recall your childhood," Cevil apologized, he felt much better now, KJ was much unfortunate than him. "Then in order to thank me, can you pay for my dinner later?" KJ laughed; he rested his arm on Cevil's shoulder as they stood up. "Sure," Cevil answered back.
He laughed too.
"Wait, you would really promise me? I was joking!" KJ laughed.
Cevil laughed again.
"Yes, I'm serious. Now let's do some proper things. Quick, find a restaurant, then let's go together." Cevil said. KJ grinned, then they both strolled down the street and went to their destination.
Thirty meters away, Kent was sitting in the salon having a haircut behind a tinted window, both eyes narrowed, watching every single movement of Cevil and KJ.