Letter 03

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Dear Jungkook,

And if you are not Jungkook and you have reached this letter, honestly I'm going to haunt you.

Do you wonder why I wrote these letters to you? Not anyone else? No it wasn't because I talked to you for a short while, that would be stupid come on.

We were friends 3 years ago before we stopped talking and the friendship fell off. As you know I love drama, I hope you die of curiosity and meet me.

I'm kidding, don't die.
Please.

I slept on the bed crying all night, honestly I don't exactly remember what happened with me but whatever it was, I wish it didn't happen.

I was called a slut and a few other names.

Honestly, I didn't expect slut shaming to be so bad. Do you know, slut shaming is so prevalent in Asia especially in families even by their parents.

The very people who hold onto traditions and elegance spew the most vulgar vocabulary to you.

Ironical and bloody hypocrites.

I wore a tight crop top. I knew I was fat but I didn't know big breasts were vulgar. I had big breasts? Lmao I used to complain all the time.

My folks are creative, they use a lot of analogies to express what I look like and behave like.

Hippocampus, pig, elephant, baby elephant (they said that was exactly what I looked like), gorilla. A ugly wrestler after they got beaten up, the moon if it was black.

Yeah, I had acne. Doctors told me it was stress, but what stress would I have. I have the perfect life. Food to eat, water to drink, roof to live under, clothes to wear, best school, best of everything.

What do I have to stress over.

Also, Da Hye isn't talking to me. I topped again, she wanted to do that to impress the new teacher. I really tried marking some answers wrong, but even after I scored a lot less than I do. She was not able to do better.

Also, I have a few wounds because you know what happened again because I scored a lot less, they thought I was distracted by a boy.

You don't distract me, you are the comfort.

My glasses broke because of the brawl, I had a spare pair of glasses but this one was my favourite pair of glasses. You used to joke around and wear them, I kept changing the lenses per my eye power to use them, now it's broken.

I think I'll get it fixed during the weekend. This way, I can be alone outside.

Also, your haircut looks good. Lina likes you, talk nicely to her.

Love,
Ju won.

The glasses broke.
Because someone hit her, she tried to keep everyone happy and everyone bled her dry leaving a skeleton behind.

The fact that she kept those glasses I used to play around with.

SHE PREFERRED BEING ALONE, SHE WAS GRATEFUL OF HAVING HER GLASSES BROKEN BECAUSE THAT WAY SHE COULD BE ALONE!?

I took deep breath, my tears sogged the page. I closed the third letter and put it aside. Running my hands through my hair, I took a huge breath and stood up pacing around the room.

My eyes fell on her diary. The letters already did so much harm. Do I have guts for her diary?

I sat on my bed and picked up the four letter.

For her, I'll read all of them.
The diary, the movie in the pen drive. Everything.

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