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Chapter 15: SLAM

"Well, Seungmin," The old man said, wiping away some of his fake tears. I swear this man cried alcohol instead of tears. "Why don't you head home now? I bet your parents are worried. God forbid   something were to... happen to you"   

The way he said that made everything feel so.. eerie. As if something bad were about to happen to me, and he was the only one who knew. Was he planning to murder me back? That's my  job. Not his. The awkward tension between us caused silence for a few seconds before he continued to speak. 

"I'll try to keep it quiet. I'll make sure of it.  You have school, so you should get going to bed," 

He had a point. I wasn't even changed for bed yet, but it was almost 10:45 from what I could tell from the clock inside of his house. Condo.  What was with this guy and saying everything as if it had a double meaning though? He gave me the creeps, I'm not surprised Yumi's scared of him.

Unconvinced, I responded before he slammed the door shut in front of my face. "Okay. See you around Mr-"

SLAM

"-Choi," A sigh of disappointment left my mouth. At least now Yumi might know that I'm... here. Maybe now she'll check her window. 

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When I got back upstairs I was greeted by the inevitable sound of my parent's frantic questioning and glass breaking one last time underneath me. No matter how thick the carpet is, I can always hear what's happening. It makes me start to think, "Maybe the walls are paper thin too." 

Still, I ignored all the questions of everyone asking me some of the same things on repeat. "Where were you?" and "What were you doing" seemed to be trending today. However, I didn't feel the need to answer, so I went back to my room, shutting the door as quietly as I could so I didn't get slapped for slamming it. 

Making my way to my window, I checked the bucket again to see if it came back. It was still at Yumi's window, which means she hasn't seen it yet. Wow, how amazing. 

Guess I should get to sleep then? It's only best if I do. 

Once I got changed I laid in bed for a while. "I can't do this," I thought before getting up, changing my mind. I can't sleep, I need Yumi. Her, or sleeping pills. Right now, she isn't exactly... available. 

I sighed. I should be talking myself out  of sleeping pills. It was unavoidable; I popped three pills in my mouth, later lying down back in bed. Yumi. I hope you're alright. 

We'll see each other again soon. One day. 

* 。 • 。 • ˚  Yumi POV。 • ˚ * 。 • 

My whole body was numb, my blood ran cold inside of my body through my veins, all the way to my heart. My heart was already broken. I mean, the rest of my body is, why not just add my heart to the list of "Needs Repairing"?

I stared at the blood dripping from my arm. The even larger cut on my leg burned like the pits of hell, but I didn't mind it that much. Part of me knew that this wasn't good, this wasn't alright. The other half of me though was smiling at the pain. I've already done so much of this to myself, why care when he does it? 

The shattered pieces of what once was a vase and a lamp scattered over the floor, carpeting it with it's sharp, blood drawing edges and points. I'm glad there's no carpet in my room, or else I would've gotten in more trouble for staining it with my blood, which was streaming down my arm and leg now like a mini, painfully red waterfall. Don't mind me, just watching my internal fluids running out of my body because my dad through heavy glass objects at me. Sounds like a perfectly healthy relationship to me. 

I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts. The rain outside started to pitter-patter against my window. Some one was at the door. It made me wonder who came to the door so late at night, and why Appa was actually starting to take his time talking to whoever it is. He didn't even want to take a second to listen to me whenever I spoke, yet he'd listen to a complete stranger that shows up at his door at 10:30 at night for a whole 15 minutes. Great parenting! 

As much as I wanted to move, I really couldn't since... well... Coma? 

Wheelchair? 

Broken bones? 

Forgetting how to walk? 

All of the above. 

Basically. Appa was too much of a cheap ass to actually take me to physical therapy like recommended by the doctor. Appa doesn't believe in "recommendations" since it's only a suggestion and you don't have to listen to it because it's a choice. 

He likes control. I'm what he's controlling now since he doesn't have Ma anymore. 

I'm just his little doll that he pulls the strings to. I'm just the bad investment he made, the mistake of the family. 

I'm in the wrong because I was born. I shouldn't have been born.

The only problem with that is that I would've never met Seungmin then. Although, he probably forgot about me. I've had no communication with him at all for almost 6-7 months now. So now the question is: How do I find a way to talk to talk to him? 

The sight of lightning lit up the sky, I looked out the window at the exact same time to watch as it flashed, then disappeared milliseconds later. The window.  I hobbled over to the window. Opening it up, the rain began to splash on my face. My hands pressed as hard as they could against the window sail for support so I didn't fall. I bent over a bit, reaching my hand into the bucket. "I have to hurry before Appa comes back,"   My thoughts troubled me, making me hurry up. 

The thunder rebounded off of the buildings as Appa entered my room. I looked at the soaked wet piece of paper in my hand now. The writing wasn't legible due to the smudges the rain caused when it seeped through. 

"Someone came to the door looking for-" He started to tell me before he stopped in anger at the sight of me hunched over the window. Wait- Someone came to the door for me?  

Seungmin. 

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU DUMB ASS!?" Now furious, Appa grabbed my arm which was cut up, throwing me onto the floor. He yanked at the rope and bucket, pulling it from the structure it was bolted to. Then, he closed the windows, locking them tightly. 

My rips felt pain enter them at the feeling of him kick me before he left. "NO FRIENDS, YOU STUPID WHORE!" 

No Seungmin anymore.