"𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍"

WISHED

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It has been two days since I last spoke with my mom, and the situation is worsening each day. Whenever I attempt to talk to her, she simply ignores me as if I don't exist, as if I mean nothing to her.

Yet, I can't just abandon her; she is my mother, and regardless of her feelings towards me, I love her. I am willing to do anything for those I care about.

Summoning all the courage I could muster, I approached her room. I knocked gently.

"I don't have my appetite. Please leave," she responded in a frail voice that broke my heart.

Swallowing hard the pain, I replied, "We need to talk, Mom," only to be met with suffocating silence that gnawed at my conscience. My connection with her isn't very strong, but she is still my mother.

I gripped the doorknob tightly and, after a moment of hesitation, opened the door suddenly. I saw her frail figure turned away from me, lying on the bed and clutching the duvet tightly. "Leave! I don't want to see your face!" she shouted, causing discomfort to swell within me and guilt to weigh heavily on my shoulders.

"Please... listen to me," I stammered, my voice shaky and breaking as sorrow washed over me at the sight of her like this.

"I don't want to go through this again!" she hissed as I took a hesitant step forward. I needed to express the emotions I couldn't contain, but it was difficult to hold back the pain.

"I'm not leaving until we talk," I insisted stubbornly, summoning what little courage I had left. I felt defeated watching her in such distress, lowering my gaze to the floor. Suddenly, I heard her approach me, her footsteps shaky.

I looked up, but then sharp pain struck my cheek as she slapped me hard.

My hand instinctively went to my cheek as I stared at her pale face twisted with rage, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gasped for breath.

"I HATE YOU!" she screamed. "I will never forgive you. I wish you'd never been born!" Those words hit me like a knife - they resonated with my own feelings as I too sometimes wished I had never existed, so I wouldn't let my family down. They deserved a better daughter.

I stood frozen, absorbed in sadness, looking at her in despair. "Too bad you already have one" I said

"And she's getting married tomorrow," I finally said, realizing that would be my last encounter with her as I prepared to remove this burden from her. Her face twisted in anger as she gritted her teeth.

"You little br-" she began, but I interrupted her.

"You won't have to see me again after that," I said and walked out, my heart heavy, leaving her speechless. Thoughts flooded my mind:

Will she attend the wedding? Will I be deserted by her, the only family I have? That could never happen; she loves me.

But I made a terrible mistake.

Tears began to stream down my face, the weight of regret consuming me. My trauma surged within me; my hands started to tremble, prompting me to rush to my room and shut the door. I turned, tears racing down my chin, my body weakening, and I fell onto my bed, breathing heavily, clinging to it as my head spun.

Blood, a woman, and a mysterious man facing away as explosive sounds rang out.

A severe wave of pain surged in my head, and I clutched it tightly.

This memory haunts me like a nightmare.

I quickly searched for my medication, finally locating the sleeping pills along with my daily medication. As I took them, I slowly began to feel relief wash over me, calming me, though tears continued to flow as I pressed my hand against my chest in pain.

I longed for this nightmare to end. It felt agonizing to endure alone without anyone to confide in. I am truly alone.

I wanted a man who would love and care for me; someone I could lean on. But that felt like too much to request.

Yet he... he ruined everything. He shattered my dreams.

I'm suffering because of him. He's the reason my mom feels this way about me; it's all because of him.

It's all Jungkook's fault.

JEON JUNGKOOK, I HATE YOU!

I hate you. My eyelids felt heavy, and my head throbbed painfully. I was worn out from this chaos.

I wanted to sleep and never awaken. Taking a deep breath, I lay down on my bed, feeling utterly exhausted as I finally closed my swollen eyes.

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