His Love Letter (ON HOLD)

Chapter One; I'm Sorry..

I stuff my hands in my pockets blowing out visible air due to the cold temperature in Gangdam. I stared blankly at my aunt's grave. My aunt was sort of like my mother, she fed me, she actually loved me, and most importantly she didn't care if I was Gay..She was the reason I gave myself a chance to live, and now she's gone. I can't hear her voice, eat her meals, Listen to her melodic laugh..She's not here. I swear if cancer was a person,I would murder him like he murdered every innocent person that was diagnosed with cancer. I bend down placing the red roses on her grave. Taking one more look at the grave, I walked away. My aunt took care of me after my parents went to jail, for selling illegal Items to underage people. They got sentenced to 7 years, 6 years ago.

So now I live with my abusive uncle. I wouldn't say I'm rich but I'm pretty wealthy. That's the only, okay, part of my life.

I should get home, It's getting late. I thought. I continued to walk hearing the crunch of the white hardened snow. I stood in front of the graveyard and whispered a 'I love you'.

I sat quietly on the bus, head against the cool window. I bobbed my head up and down to my music.

"Sillyehabnida" said a low husky voice. I turned my head to the side searching for the voice. My eyes landed on the tall, tanned, big lipped man. His hair covered his dark brown eyes. He put his brusied, scraped knuckles in his pocket.

"Excuse me..Is this seat taken" the low husky voice tried in English. I shook my head 'no' and continued to stare blankly at the window, drowning in sorrow. Until something warm on my shoulder interrupted me. I quickly, glanced at my shoulder and saw that the man next me was leaning on me as if we were bestfriends, I panicked. I've never had this much human contact after the incident with my dad. I tried to ignore it but I couldn't. My hands broke into a cold sweat and my breath hitched, I started to rock back and forth I continued to hyperventilate and then suddenly I couldn't breath.

I can't breath. I can't breath. What should I do?! He's touching me.

"Next stop Moonroad st" my hand covered the red button that indicates one of the passenger's stop is coming up. It happened so fast! He looked at me confused and got up. I looked up at him with a awkward smile. He just glared.

I quickly shot up from my seat grabbing onto the pole at the top of the bus, he sort of stepped away from me. My breath sort of got back to normal as the bus abruptly stopped, I didn't know what else to do I hope he didn't take it as an act of rudeness, although he should understand he was being a little creepy. I stood in front of the bus and felt something behind me, I sort of turned my head to the side, But no one was there. The door the bus opened and as I get out, a hot breath warmed up my ear and neck.

"Your going to regret that Kyungsoo." The husky voice whispered. I shivered and again started to hyperventilate. He knew my name.. I ran out the bus like a crazy person. This wasn't my stop, but I couldn't take it any longer, I was very creeped out. I ran as fast as my small legs could take me.

I climbed up my window avoiding the front door. I was here past curfew and my he knows it. Finally entering my room I removed my clothes and put on my Pajamas. Quickly jumping into my bed and covering my self up with my black sheets. As my head it the pillows, I suddenly felt tired. Closing my eyes I began to think about what happened today. Oh aunty.. If only you were here.. I sighed. I have a handsome guy after me. My aunt died. And I know tomorrow after school, I'm going to have to be tortured in that cold dark basement.

Your going to regret that Kyungsoo.

I shivered.

(Play)

What did he mean? How'd he know my name. I don't recognize him. My breathing got quicker. What if he knows where I live and climbs up my window? Stop being ridiculous! He probably knew your aunt. I nodded to myself agreeing with that suggestion. That's even crazier then him climbing up your window! Said another voice. I ran to my window and shut it, feeling a cold air hit my bare chest. I shiver and walk into my bathroom. Shutting the door behind me, I slide down the door bursting into tears, all this stress. And my aunt isn't here to hold me.. Why did you leave me? Why do bad things happen to me? Did I hurt someone, and now God's making me pay? Why do I deserve this?

Do it Kyungsoo!
Nobody's gonna know.
You don't deserve to live.
Cold.
Sharp.
Red.

The voices in my head chanted. I swallow my spit and open the sink cabinet. Taking hold of the blades in there. I grab the sharpest one.

I'm sorry Aunty! I know I promised you I wouldn't.

I put my arm up and and slide the blade across my wrist feeling the delightful pain. I sob a little louder and continue to cut. The blood oozing onto my white basketball shorts and onto the bathroom tiles, One, two, three, four, five..
I'm sorry.