again. a painful day.
being alone. not cared about.
my dad is an alcoholic. my mom left. she died. my dad thinks it's my fault.
when it isn't.
in school no one notices me. when I get bullied. when I am crying. no one is there.
monday dec.1
another day to go to hell. not like I'm not already in hell.
i dressed up in my normal uniform. washing my dead face.
putting on a fake smile.
brushing my ugly hair.when I did all of that. I went downstairs to see everything broken.
the picture frames shattered.
the flower vase lying on the floor, broken in pieces.
beer bottles everywhere."you.. you killed her."
my dad came out from the kitchen holding another beer bottle. he was 100% drunk.
I didn't say anything to him. I only left the house without saying another word.
I wanted to escape that house.
school 7:00am
i walk inside the school building. having all eyes on me.
i continued walking to my class
then the queenka of the school just had to walk up to me. and make my day more horrible.
"hey annoying bitch. wanna hang out during lunch? i'll make your lunch extra horrible!"
she laughed a wicked laugh.
"no thanks."
her eyes widen, she gasped in disbelief.
but then she scoffed, and pushed me onto the ground. then started kicking me repeatedly, over, and over, again.
"how dare you talk back!?"
the pain from the kicks triggers everywhere in my body.
the pain of her heels especially hurt even more.
"yah."
a deep voice was heard from the end of the hallway.
"stop kicking her!"
is he.. helping me?
"and you are?"
the queenka and that deep voice guy were having a back and forth argument.
"im jeon wonwoo, im your senior."
she looked shocked.
"omo, uh, I was just helping her out that's all."
nasty lies.
"i could clearly see that you're bullying and harrassing her. quit it."
wonwoo helped me up and brought me to the nurse.
"you don't have to do this."
i said to wonwoo as he puts a bandaid on my bleeding forehead.
"im your senior. I have to."
oh, he is just doing this because he has to.
"but. let me protect you."
what.
ooh wonwoooo
shit is about to get real yo.

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Hayran Kurgushe always thought she was alone. forgotten. not cared about. but then he came. thinking of doing some of my sad/angsty stories like this.