Rivals | Park Jimin FF

Epilogue (must read)

Y/n pov

My life has always been perfect. I had understanding parents, great friends, a well rated school, big house,  and no financial problems.

It was picture perfect ...... until almost all of it vanished after one night.

That one night. 2 years ago. My whole world turned upside down.
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Here's what happened.....

My parents & I were driving back home from a ski resort we went to for vacation. It was during Christmas break and we wanted to spend time together before I went back to my high school campus.

Since it was the middle of December the weather was freezing. The type of cold that turns you numb. And the continuous snow wasn't helping either. The soft snow started layering into hard thin sheets of ice.

Cruising down the highway at a high speed could have been a problem but we all were too tired to pay attention.

Ready to take the exit to enter the town, we manured the car for a lane change. But just as we did, I felt a jerk from the car and I heard my dad yell "The brakes aren't working, I can't control them!" What the— my heart stopped for a millisecond as all the negative thoughts filled my mind. Nooooooo !!! Then I understood what was happening.....our cars break system froze because of the extreme weather and the car slid due to the slippery road.

Crash!

One second I was peacefully listening to music in the car and the next.... Everything went black.

I didn't know how long I stayed unconscious but I came back to reality when I felt officers and doctors pulling me out of the completely demolished car.

My brain wasn't seeming to work at all as I was totally lost.

I turned to look to my right side where all the chaos had happened. Our white Toyota Highlander had just flipped upside down with the glass of the windows broken and shattered. There were multiple dents in the structure of the car as well.

Wait a minute.....mom & dad. They were being switched to stretchers as the doctors brought them inside the ambulance while a white sheet covered their bodies. It can't be. Nooooooooo!!!!

I just didn't seem to understand when the officers informed me about the condition my parents were in. I had only gotten a couple scrapes and scratches on my body but my parents were fighting for their lives. I couldn't believe it. Maybe I just didn't want to.

The continuous blaring and ringing of the Ambulances and police cars flood my mind. Red and blue lights from the sirens kept flashing. That single moment was replaying on loop in my head. It drove me crazy. Tears flowed down my cheek as I closed my eyes, shutting down everything else around me.

Minutes later the situation settled down but one of the doctors told me they had to speak with me.

I looked hopefully into the doctors eyes giving him all my attention.

Please be good news

"Um, I'm sorry young lady but your parents have passed away. We tried our best but the condition was too critical,"he spoke in an apologetic tone. "I really am sorry for your loss."

And there.... That was the moment that completely changed my life.

The tears wouldn't stop as they uncontrollably rolled down my face. I let everything out sobbing loudly.

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Ever since the incident, it was really hard for me to remain carefree and cheerful like I was before. My parents death played a major role in shaping my personality after that, but I fought back. I fell into depression not too long after that. It felt horrible, I woke up every morning hoping it was just a bad dream but I had to accept the bitter truth.

I lived with my grandmother most of the time after that as she was the only relative I had left in Australia. I was born in Korea just like my family but we moved to New Zealand as soon as I turned 4.being the only child I definitely had a hard time going back to normal but it was possible.

My grandma was like my emotional support as she was the one who looked after me. Her amazing cooking skills and sweet words was the main reason I felt happy again. She was also the one who encouraged me to go abroad and join my dream university for college. My dream had always been to got to Harvard but ever since the loss I gave up on that idea. My grandma convinced me though once again.

I was just going to finish my one last year in high school and then travel to the states for university.

It took a lot of courage but I knew I could do it. I had to do it for my parents at least to make them proud.