Yeonjun fights the hug that I give hIm. Yeonjun turns feral like a wild animal. He walks around the apartment breaking things. He reaches the grand dining room.
Four chairs are placed in perfect positions.
My chair, at the head of the table.
Yeonjun's inside. Father's opposite mine and Mother's chair next to Yeonjun's.
He turns to me, his hair black as the fireplace charcoal, his eyes narrowed and red like flames. This is not my brother. This is the traumatic monster inside him. His heart shaped lips are pursued as he grabs the kitchen knife and turns to the painting behind him.
It's a grand oil painting, of our whole family, broken but beautiful.
I have a pretty silver dress on, my hair is wavy and reaches my chest, curtain bangs framing my oval face shape. I'm smiling, my cheeks bright pink. Father has broad shoulders and long arms. He's neutral. His hand is on my shoulder. Mother is in a pretty baby blue dress, with ruffled sleeves, she ruffles Yeonjun's hair, making it messy, her face radiates pride. Her arm is around Yeonjun who is in a gentlemen's suit. Yeonjun is holding my hand in the oil painting. There's a playful smirk on his lips.
The kitchen knife stabs through the fragile canvas of the oil painting. Yeonjun subconsciously lights a match and the exquisite painting goes up in flames.
I sit at the head table. All alone watching the painting engulf my plain, pale, pretty and innocent face. I am not innocent anymore.
The more you grow, the less innocent you become.
Because life was a monster.
Yeonjun, my broken brother holds a match, still flickering in his hands. His eyes show that he's beyond tired.
Balleli, my sister, her face is cold, her eyes no longer release tears, instead there's a hardness, an odd stiffness - she's grown up.
"Will you accept my offer." Yeonjun turns his body away from me but his face is towards me. His hand is held out.
"Yes." I sighs, MY fingers twitch as I struggle to hold Yeonjun's hand.
"Trust? Is it trust?" Yeonjun grits out.
I turns away from MY brother.
"You can trust me. I am your blood brother. You are all I have left." Angry and sad tears rush through his eyes.
"And I am your blood sister, and you are all I have left." I take Yeonjun's hand and squeeze it until mine also goes numb.
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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...
