damn you || hoshi

two ;

둘. Dul. Two.

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I've always been late. I could actually count with less than five fingers on the times that I've actually arrived early, which is no shock.

Gently thumping my knuckles, I knocked a few times before entering, the face of the principal stood there, standing. She has a weird hobby, glancing through the window blinds, watching students play football or such. She cares alot.

"You wanted to see me?" I muttered while rubbing circles on the back of my hand. I've never been this scared before. The school wouldn't actually give more than two fucks for my attendance these past years but now I guess they were already pissed off.

Oh my god. What if they call my parents?

God knows what they will do to me.

Thinking of them, I lifted the sleeves of my sweatshirt and glanced at the bruises and cuts on my arms. I know it isn't a good thing, but I've been self harming myself, thanks to both of my shitty parents.

And my sister.

"Yes. Have a seat, please." She sat down and intertwined her hands together, glancing at me eerily.

"Well, your parents-" She sighed heavily.

"WAIT NO DON'T TELL THEM. I BEG YOU." I started screeching and I stood up, almost falling on my knees to beg.

"No, Mrs. Jung. I won't tell them. Don't worry. I actually wanted to tell you that your parents wanted you to move to Korea."

"Wait, what?" I frowned.

Of course, I am half-Korean and half-American considering that I have Jung as my surname. Jung Rachel. I remember my parents warning me to never go to Korea, because my sister was there. They said she wasn't ready to meet me after the accident. That she despises me. My heart broke, learning that my own sister hates me, my own flesh and blood.

But now? Moving to Korea? My parents are so confusing sometimes I feel my veins bursting. Maybe they wanted to do a sister bonding? Nah. Bullshit.

"When and why? Does it have something to do with my sister?" I raised my intonation and my body stiffens at the mention of 'sister'.

"You'll be leaving tommorow. About that, I can't tell you yet." She taps her fingers on the table and smiles at me. "But I think your parents would love to tell you about it so I suggest you give it a try?" She gestures towards the intercom on the table and my fingers were shaking while trying to reach for it.

"I rather call them with my own handphone. Not here. Thank you anyway." I glared and straighten my posture again.

"Of course." She nods and I bowed, excusing myself from the room and I sped up towards the nearest toilet. I hid in one of the doors and sat on the cubicle, hugging my knees together. Tears streamed, and I muffled and baffled, trying to cry without being heard by anyone. I don't want them to see how weak I am. I'm weak. I pretend like I'm okay but deep down, I'm nothing but garbage.

My sister hates me, my parents hates me, nobody even cares. Nobody.

Before I even knew it, I felt myself drowning in a pit of darkness, tuning out all of my problems.

Nobody does, Rachel. None.

"Sister!" I sprinted towards her, my palms sweating as well as my forehead. I grabbed her arm and she yanked away, her face piled up with anger and disgust. "Back the fuck away from me, you fucking monster."

Her words were stern and stable, considering how her eyes and cheeks were puffy due to crying, yet her voice didn't sound raspy at all. She hates me. "I-"

"Stop talking. I don't need your dirty explanation. They are full of white lies, stop it Rachel. Stop. From now on, never search for me, and I am no longer your sister. Act like you never knew me."

I felt so hurt, she won't even listen to me, my true explanations. She walked away, leaving me stunned with a sentence.

"I never loved you."

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Squinting my eyes, I could feel bright white lights all over the unfamiliar room. I shot up, while glancing at the clock on the wall.

5 : 30 p.m.

I've been out for that long? Oh my god. My head stings, it feels like something is tearing all my veins away.

"Hello, Rachel." The nurse came in when she heard my loud groan.

"One of the students found you fainted in one of the bathroom doors. Your eyes were puffy too. You've been crying, weren't you?" She flashed me a sweet smile, and patted my head.

"And...your cuts. They opened up while I was examining your veins. I bandaged them too. Don't self harm, honey. You're too young."

She saw them?! I lift my arm and saw that it did got bandaged. And my bruises felt less painful too. She's too nice.

"Alright, you're good to go." She examined me one last time and I stood up almost immediately, pacing towards the exit.

I went back home and I realized that all of my stuff was already in the boxes. Who the hell? I had no choice, I have to call my parents.

I dialed my mother's number and she answered the call. "What?" Of course, she hates me.

"Did you perhaps- uh- pack my stuff?" I bit my lower lip hoping she wouldn't yell, but to my suprise, she didn't.

"I sent a few of my people to pack your stuff, I got a call from school saying you fainted. Go, now. Don't call me anymore." She replied sternly. "No! Wait! Mom!"

"WHAT IS IT JUNG RACHEL?! OH GOD JUST GO ALREADY!" She yelled. My ear drums almost blasted and I slumped on the nearest couch. "Why- Why did you s-send me to Korea?" I stuttered, the words were not coming out right.

"Just go, Rachel. Don't disobey us. We'll tell you anyway but not now. Go to bed and get ready by five in the morning." She processed her thoughts. I could tell that she was trying so hard to not yell at me. Its her hobby, screaming and yelling at me all the time. All her words weren't even made of love.

I sighed and hung up, not wanting to argue anymore.

After a quick shower and crying, I went to bed, letting all my tiredness take control over, and I soon felt drowsy, indicating that I'm already off. With one last sigh, my eyelids closed and I dozed off.

It's gonna be a new day tommorow. A new life.

A/N :

Hello! I'm done with this chapter! It's 1 am in where I live right now. Which explains why this chapter is really lame. Vote and comment if you could! Thank you for dropping by and reading! It means alot.

xx, -youngoddess