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I sit on the navy couch and watch the white cat pad around on the carpet. I sigh, brushing the scar, it's big and brown and ugly. The stitches showing on my arm.
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Months before
"What's that?" Yeonjun asks me, when I cam back from Australia the first time for a holiday in South Korea, to see my brother after a long time.
His fingers traced over the scar on my arm.
"Nothing." I said, hiding my face that time.
"TELL ME! TELL ME IF SOMEONE HURT YOU!" He yelled in my face. His eyes bold and angry.
Yeonjun rubs so hard on my arm that the scar opens and blood pours everywhere.
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Yeonjun got a scholarship into a private school in America whereas I got a scholarship to a school in Sweden so we didn't contact each other face to face for a long time.
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He blinks at me in the dark hallway, the lightbulb of our apartment flickers and dies. There's the loud slamming of doors and Yeonjun drops the flowers in his hand.
"No!" I remember yelling. I remembering running to the front door, seeing the face that thought I was the golden child. Father was leaving. His eyes had dark spots underneath.
I remembered Father yelling that he had enough.
"LET ME GO, BALLELI. RESPECT YOUR ELDERS!" Father yelled as he ripped my hand off his elbow.
"I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU TWO, YOU MAY AS WELL GO ROUGE!" Father yelled, clearly straining from stress.
A scar was left on my arm. A sharp blade was in my father's hands.
"HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY SISTER LIKE THAT! ARE YOU DRUNK AGAIN? YOUR DAUGHTER! YOU JUST HURT YOUR OWN DAUGHTER! " Yeonjun launches at father, trying to strangle father's throat.
"NO YEONJUN!" I grabbed his wrists pulling him back.
"LET ME GO BALLELI!" Yeonjun yelled.
Dad waves his arms up three sea green glass bottles in his hands, they smash against Yeonjun's head, his hair matted with dark red blood.
Yeonjun cowers and collapses on the floor
"FATHER!" I yell.
My arms straining from the pain, to keep Yeonjun up, I let go, blood pours across the floor.
Strangers hustle in and out of our family apartment. When mother's motionless body reaches my eyes. I struggle to hold my sob.
Yeonjun gives up on being angry, his body collapses onto the floor when he sees mother's pale face, no expression on her face.
Yeonjun's cries haunt my sleep.
I remember hugging Yeonjun as he cried and cried.
"No, this can't be real." Yeonjun sobs into the sleeve of my shirt.
Strangers take a clothed body from the bedroom which once held mother.
Flowers and blood scatter across the floor as Yeonjun cries in my arms.
He cries until he can't cry anymore and to my surprise tears pour down my face too.
"Mother loved me more than you, I'm so sorry but this must be done." Yeonjun covers his face, yells and screams.
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One Spring Morning
Mystère / Thriller[most impressive ranking: 16th in tomorrow] ------ Balleli's parents are based off the large number of abusive parents stereotypically from people of asian backgrounds and how abusive parents can cause heartbreak for their children. The siblings of...
