Pinwheel || K.S.Y ✓

Chapter 1

⚠️⚠️⚠️TW: su1c!d3⚠️⚠️⚠️

Year 2004~

YOUR POV

I was running nonstop while squinting my eyes to see the unfamiliar road in front of me. I continue to look at by back trying to spot if I lost my father yet. Even though I cant distinguish the figure I'm seeing from behind, I can still hear him screaming my name.

"Oh no" I said silently as I stumble from the rocks on the ground.

He heard my fell and his gaze turned to my direction.

"You bitch? You think you could ran away from me?" my father said as he swings his bat and brisk to my direction.

I tried to stand but my body is too heavy to lift. I raised my arms leveling my head to cover it from what might happen next but a sidelight lighted up the dark road we are in.

The car horned loudly enough for my father to hear but he wasn't able to avoid the car. He ended up being hit and became unconscious.

"Are you okay? Did you got hit?" The man came out from the driving seat reassured me and fixed my hair.

I nodded as a response but there's no words came out from my mouth.

"Is that your father? He seems to be abusive but do you want me to bring him to the hospital?" He asked and took a glimpsed at my father.

The rage in my nerves started to tremble as I heard his question. Anger overpowers me and I really want to have my revenge so I said no.

The man carried me to his car and I thanked him.

I noticed that he isn't the only person in the car, there's also a kid at the back seat around my age. He wasn't really paying attention to what happened. His eyes were glued to the book he was reading.

"How old are you kid?" he asked and started the car.

I looked at my unconscious father before I answered

"8 years old"

I removed my gaze on the window and looked at the boy beside me. He was reading Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.

I was a big fan of Harry Potter since I was a book nerd. I tried to examine his face but it's too dark.

"We'll take you to the hospital kid, you got a lot of bruises on your legs" he said and continued driving.

The boy isn't taking his eyes off from the book. The moonlight directly kissed his side profile and I got the chance to take a look of his face.

"wow"

I silently said as I saw his defined jawline and perfect nose. How come a kid like me has these kinds of features?

"What are you looking at?" the boy said and he reverted his eyes to me.

"I like Harry Potter too" I said while smiling softly.

He returned his focus again on the book, but be opened the book more so that I have access on reading it as well.

After some minutes, we arrived at the hospital and his father assisted me out. The boy also went out of the car even though I'm not expecting him to.

His father checked me in but he stayed at the front table for a while, filling up some papers. The nurse assisted me to my room and the boy was walking slowly behind me. We reached the hospital and I laid my back onto the bed.

"Let's wait for the doctor to come" The nurse smiled and left.

After the doctor examined me, and he went out and talked to the boy's father.

I was left alone in the room, I scanned the features of the room and felt very unfamiliar. I never experienced being confined in a hospital before, even though I catch cold easily. There were stuff toys, board games and candies beside my bed. I guess this is how they treat their young patients. I'm only 8 years old but I know to myself that I was raised to be matured in a young age. I never got to play with my neighbors and I never went to school. My father was so possessive to the point that he doesn't want us to meet other people besides our family members.

I grew up being independent with the guidance of my mother who raised me well compare to my father. When mom committed suicide due to how my father treated her, my world started to fall into crumbles. Everyday I felt like a slave, sometimes a punching bag. So then, the anger I rage for my father began to grew bigger and bigger.

My eyes was stuck at the curtain rod on the ceiling in front of the big glass pane. Memories started to come back.

~~Flashback~~

"Eomma!" I shouted as I shook her lifeless body.

I embraced her pale and cold body against my skin. A tear escaped from my eyes as I continue to shake her body.

"Help! Please, anyone!" I screamed at the top of my lungs hoping someone can hear me.

I roam my eyes around the room scanning any objects and I realized that there was a belt hanging on the curtain rod.

I looked at the window with my puffy eyes and saw the neighbors brushing the leaves off of their front yard.

I tried to catch their attention by banging the window and screaming as loud as I can. One of them looked at my direction and she finally help us out.

It's been estimatedly 30 minutes since my mother hung herself and falling then  lying on the ground of their bedroom.

~~Present Time~~

"Kid, I wasn't able to ask your name, but if you're not comfortable to say it yet, just inform the nurses about your name" The man was so kind and even though he was a stranger to me, I felt comfortable around him.

I didn't knew that I was spacing out for a bit, I just stared at them, mouth shut.

"It's already midnight, we need to go. We'll visit you tomorrow to check up on you"

The two of them walked slowly towards the door. But before they close the door,

"Y/N, Jeong Y/N" I said

After a second of awkward silence I asked

"How about you?"

"Jeon Wonwoo"

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