1 197,576th

"Mom, please get better."

Well, I just got here, but it seems I don't need to painstakingly wonder who am I. I this fucker's mother.

I can't see anything. I am engulfed by an old friend called darkness. Using my professional experience I came out with the conclusion that I'm on my hospital death bed and this crybaby is my son. I can just feel the old grandma vibes. They're bitchin' though. I wonder why?

"Mom, I still have to go to university. I still have to graduate. You said you will be there for them." The sound of hiccups and sobs could be heard echoing around the room. He better not be crying on my body. I like the feeling of being covered by tears when you die.

"We still have to eat the kimchi that we made for winter." Kimchi? I love Korea. Though it depends which Korea I'm in which world. Though maybe I could delay my death for some Tteokbokki. "Remember you said that you will be there for when I make my first batch of kimchi with my wife."

I have my thought about that.

"So you have to get better soon mom." Those are not my thoughts. Never mind I'm gonna die instead. Though now I'm wondering how am I gonna die. Using my sense I felt my body condition, along with the help of my blood cells I found I have cancer. strange cancer, but cancer not the less. Though I can also feel that I'm pretty old.

Cancer or old age? Which one is gonna kill me? I want to find out.

"My teacher said that if you are immobile for a long time your muscles will hurt too when you wake up."

I have thought about that. I'm gonna die so, you don't have to do that. I felt a dip on my deathbed move up. I used my senses, create a mental image of what is happening around me, and found him heading to where my legs were. Though I won't call them that. There mostly meat bags.

I swear to god that if you touch my meat bags I will haunt you. I will haunt you so well that you will look for a cliff and yeet yourself off it like how I avoid my 67th marriage. Do you hear me? Do you god damn hear me, crybaby?

My curse must have been heard because as he was about to open the blanket that covered my meat bag but was interrupted by the door opening suddenly, by a guy in a clean-cut black suit, earpiece in the left ear, and classic black sunglass. He gives me the 'I know how to kill you but I'm paid not to' kinda vibes.

"Sir, it is not advised for you to touch the Chairman. I asked you to please reframe from doing so earlier."

Whining back to John wick over here, my sorta son complained about not being able to invade my personal space. I was rooting for the guy - who turned out to be my secretary because he was against it, but you wanna know my thoughts.

I don't want anyone in my fucking personal space, Period.

Though my other thought is on the fact that I must've been hella rich. Chairman and I got a secretary. This must have been the bitchin' vibe I got earlier been about. Other than that I also think it is because the crybaby said he didn't graduate, but I'm hella old.

This grandma had some good game and good genes to get some, ending the night with a bun in the oven.

John Wick, get him out of here.

I don't know if this guy knows me so well that he can read my lifeless body like a kindergarten alphabet book, because soon after he tried dragging my son away. But that bastard of a son decided to use the body of the nearly deceased as a tug to stay.

"Let go of her body. You'll rip her to arm off. Do you think she'll want that to happen to her?"

God listens to him. Do you think I would want that?

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?

Do you?

Is this the plot? The son kills the rich parent to get the inheritance. Bitch if you think you will get away with it I have so many ways to make you regret it.

If you say yes, I swear I'll live, only to make your life a living hell. And trust me I know what hell is like. Lucifer is my homie. We pulled pranks on his mom a lot. It pissed her off a lot of how easily we got on her Netflix account and change her plans. His dad, we just cause havoc in heaven and that did the trick of pissing him off.

Where was I? Oh yeah, cursing this wanker for nearly ripping my arm.

You know what? Not worth it. This life is not worth it. I should just end this quicker.

As John wick dragged the crybaby out of the room after getting him to release me I started to control my blood cells to follow my command. A cellular command is not hard if have enough experience. I told them what need to be done. I told them to go to war, with each other.

Now I slowly dying - quickly.

I decided to sleep. Sleep is very underrated. For a moment the room was quiet since I got here until someone else decided to entire. Without knocking.

There is a social standard in the world widely used called, 'manners'. Learn to god damn use them, would you?

I heard his feet cladding against the wooden floor of my private hospital room, enabling me to see what he looked like in my mind. Gotta say he's handsome, unlike the others who were here

"It seems you are still here." his deep voice ran deep through the room.

You're right. Maybe I should've gone for a walk. Pass my shoes so we can go right now. Oh, wait.

"I thought you would have died already." Process of killing oneself. "You were always a fighter mother. That is how you built the damn company. That and blackmail. Lots of blackmail."

Well, it seems I was wrong. It was that son that was going to kill me. He is.

For a moment I felt bad about how I cursed the crybaby wanker.

Keyword, moment.

Through my experiences, this happens a lot of the time.

"We can't have that now can mom." I heard blinds being closed.

This is it. I'm gonna die, again.

Though I can't help but feel as I promised myself that I would make my son regret killing me.

A doctor entered the private room with a tray of injections. Locking the door behind him he went to my IV. Picking the injection and the bottle, he proceeds to poison me.

"I remember what you told, me on the day of my graduation last year. Never live a life that you don't want to live. Live one that you would never regret. For when the time comes for Yeomna to collect your soul you don't beg for more time to do what you want."

And this guy called me his mother, right? So he is my son.

The poison or toxic medicine slid down the IV while I was thinking about what I should be doing.

"Instead you would say What took you so long. It was so damn fun but it got boring a long time ago. It was great so thank you for the experience'"

So I should make him regret it shouldn't I?

I don't know where the heck you got kill your mother from but buddy you will regret this. Bye-bye now

PEEP! The loud ring of the heart monitor echoed through the private hospital room. The doctor looked at the man on the opposite side of the room, walking slowly to his mother's side. His heels hit the wooden floor again.

He gripped his mother's lifeless hand. Confirmed kill. His cheeks pulled back, his lips thinning as he started to laugh.

This started the doctor, still gripping the needle that killed the woman. He had never seen such cruelty. It was sicking to the stomach.

Though that rich, cause he killed the woman. Blame the hit-man and the guy who paid him.

Soon though the son quieted down as he heard the door banging, his brother on the side.

"Hyung! Is that you? Open up! Please, open the door!"

It didn't last long as a nurse rushed over with the security key. Rushing the brother laglessly put the key and locked the door. There he saw his brother on his mother's side gripping her hand as the heart monitor went on its monotonous ring.

He couldn't believe it. No, he wouldn't believe it.

He immediately ran to his mom. He figures that maybe the monitor is wrong. That maybe she is still alive, that she would get up and say that 'Oops, sorry the cord, must have got off.' He hopes. He desperately hopes.

He doesn't know why the door was locked in the first place but he concludes that his brother wanted some alone time with them. Sadly that was the last alone time they would ever get.

He gripped his mother's hand searching for the pulse that he so desperately needed but instead upon contact, his fingers felt like they have been burnt. Though he did not let go.

But he did pass out

The doctor in the room couldn't damn well believe his site. My 23 years as a doctor catch up on you.

What he saw was one rejoicing son that could stand next to the death of the mother that he killed, and another grievous son, that collapsed in sadness. It made him sick again. The Tteokbokki that he had earlier is coming up again.

'This is distinguishing' thought the hit-man.

Meanwhile

"Goddamn it! that was a pain in the ass."

That was terrible. Top 100 of K-drama-worthy death. I have never wanted to get rid of humanity than that one moment.

So glad I died. Great decision of that life.

So now what? How am I going to die in this life?

Looking around I found himself in a root cellar. It's dark and dirty and smells like it has been dipped in uncle john's ashtray. It reeks of smoke. It smells like a dragon's lair.

Glancing around the cellar, I spotted a barrel in the corner of the room. I got up and went to check it out. At this point, I'm more interested than figuring out how am gonna die. Could be interesting. It could be boring really if I don't like this place I could what for what kills me or just kill myself and hop onto the next life. Simple problems need simple solutions.

Oh, great it is a Dragon Lair

Inside the barrel were possessions. Wallets, phones, bubblegum packs. A cheap necklace and what looks like a CD of Everything that is either junk or treasure. But in the eyes of a dragon, it is all treasure. That was the only thing that didn't get about them.

Then why am I here? Is it going to eat me? I looked down to see if I'm delicious in this body. I got skin, I also got bones, and that about it. Nothing else to see here. Well, maybe the knife soaked with Wiccan old magic but nothing.

Nope. I'm not a delicious knife with Wiccan old magic but nothing. It must have somewhat staved then.

"I never thought I'd get eaten. Actually, When I think about it, I have never been eaten by a dragon. 

Rode one? Yes. 

Killed one? Easy. 

Dissect it to fulfill a selfish reason as I wanted to know how they work - I mean study them close by like a good eternal being? Sure. 

But never how they eat people. Do they cook you before they eat you or just swallow you raw?"

I am generally curious. I want to know. You know what? That is my goal. It's now my goal to find out. For my 197,576th life, I gonna see how the dragon will eat me.