'God will forgive you.'- that's what they told them. 'God doesn't exist.'- that's what Seulgi believed. But nobody cared what Seulgi believed in. She was the sinner- so she had to obey. That were the principles her school followed.
The Lakeland Girl...
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39 days before
Seulgi's POV:
A single candle enlightened the room, dyeing the white walls orange and yellow. The small flame flickered a bit, catching every little breeze or movement. It was so vulnerable. One blow and everything would be covered in darkness.
It was nothing compared to the nightmare she experienced right now. The thing she feared the most in her life and had to deal with several times in a month. Not even the little ray of hope emitted by the small candle could help her.
The panting and sobbing killed her inside. It broke her heart to see such a great amount of pain, carried by Irene. Seulgi was tough, and seemed to be careless with emotions like a stone. But her façade immediately fell as she held Irene in her arms, crying and sobbing.
"It hurts", Irene sobbed, clenching her teeth while pressing her eyes together. A small tear escaped. Seulgi watched it running down her soft, cute little cheeks until it disappeared in the darkness. She used her thumb to caress Irene's hair.
She was sitting in front of Seulgi, her sleeveless shirt besides her, the skirt falling over her thin legs. Behind her, Seulgi could just identify the door and a metal shelf, the other things in the room where invisible for them.
"Let me disinfect it", Seulgi said softly, although the sudden anger spread in her body. Somebody had hurt her Irene. Somebody had punished her for an accident or something that wasn't even her fault.
Somebody smashed a metallic board against her fragile shoulder. Almost breaking all of her bones and causing a shoulder luxation.
Seulgi's blood was boiling. She had a hard time controlling herself, but first came Irene and not her anger.
"It won't hurt much", she stated and took the cotton patty to disinfect the scratches. The skin had already become purple because of the bruises.
As she was gently rubbing the gel onto the wound, Irene sharply inhaled and closed her eyes. Her white teethes sinked in her precious lips. Seulgi took her hand and held it tight. "It will clean the wound." Irene nodded in response, her eyes slightly open, the painful look resembling Seulgi's emotions.
"Here we go", Seulgi whispered and removed the patty as she had finished.
Irene deeply exhaled. "Why does it always have to hurt that much?", she whimpered and inspected her shoulder. Seulgi didn't answer but moved closer to comfort her.
"It will be gone in a week, honey", she assured her. Seulgi shifted her gaze all over features of the girl sitting in front of her. Seeing her in tears was awful. Normally Irene's eyes were shiny and bright although they were darker than ebony. Seulgi lost her heart in these eyes.
The dark brown hair perfectly fitted her appearance; the little cute nose too. It often reminded her of her brother who had the same small nose, at least until puberty hit him hard.
