Chapter 2- In The Apartment

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*Sigh* As I looked outside the window, I chose to put my mind to other things beside that awful encounter. I sure was thrilled to see what the place had to offer. Wow this view is... utterly pathetic... Now I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere! I hurled my curtains shut and sat on the floor. Fuck...

Flashback
“How tragic... I know their daughter was very young and the father was quite successful, a beautiful family and such lovely people... except for their son where the hell is he!? What could possibly be more important right now?”
“I called but he’s not picking up...”
“What else could Hyun be doing?”
“That bastard!! His parents were worried about him their whole lives... and now...!”
These people can keep talking trash about me, it didn’t bother me, I was only here for one thing and one thing only. 
“Hyun... you finally showed up...”, how could they betray me like this they treat me like trash even when they are dead...
“HE’S WEARING SANDALS! THAT’S DISGRACEFUL!!” 
I frowned more and decided to start speaking “I checked...”, everyone was silent so I spoke once more “I didn’t really feel like coming... going outside...” I smirked a little “but it was so unbelievable” grabbing the three books in my pocket I threw them onto the floor. What books where they? They were the account books...
“Three accounts and only twenty thousand dollars...”, my anger started to heat up uncontrollably “HOW CAN I LIVE OFF THIS!?”
Everyone behind me gasped in unison, “ANSWER ME YOU INCOMPETE BASTARDS! HOW AM I GOING TO TAKE CARE OF MYSELF WITH ONLY THIS!?” I could feel them becoming infuriated but I didn’t care; before they had died, they could at least leave me more money so I could survive, so I could look after myself BUT NO! Instead they’re out here disappointing me with their bullshit!
Someone spoke “GET THAT SON OF A BITCH OUT OF HERE!” On the instant, I felt my hoodie be gripped and pulled back by everyone. Each person grabbed at least one part of me and so they were able to pick me up. What is this? Have they lost it? Why won’t they understand me, why does nobody EVER understand me?!
I was about to stand up for myself till I felt something as heavy as a rock hit my face. WOW… they had the audacity to punch me in front of all these people and kick me out. Such bastards... argh...

You dumbass.

“Fuck... let’s see if I use thirty dollars a day... Thirty times thirty is nine hundred... nine hundred times twelve is 10,800 dollars a year. Then there's internet, food, gas and water... so how long?”, I paused “GODDAMN IT!! Wait... What if...”

scumbag...

“YES THATS IT, I CAN SELL THE HOUSE... ITS GONNA BE A PAIN IN THE NECK BUT AFTER SELLING IT... I CAN MOVE TO SOMEWHERE CHEAP... A STUDIO YES... if I do that...”

ooooo I was getting somewhere

“... somehow, I'll... I'll...” 

Present time- 
Wind blows into my apartment and out of the million thoughts going through my head one specific thought caught my attention: hmm... should I kill myself...?  I reached into my jacket pocket and grabbed my phone, going onto the calendar considering when I should do it... so today is the 15th... I'll give myself ten days to sort myself out until I kill myself... yeah ten days, making the 25th the final day... sounds great. I pressed on the 25th and put a ‘suicide’ reminder. Perfect. Delighted simply by the idea of all my problems ending I lost track of time and gently drifted to sleep.

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