The red apple that should have stayed green

Chapter 20 - Hope

"What are you doing here ? - lodge Kim"

Her sister was standing in the middle of the corridor talking with Jun.

"Don't look at me as if I killed the old lady, a letter came for you. It was home since 2 weeks now. Mom and Dad hided it and I just found it. Here take it, it looks like it "is" urgent. On this bye."

She walked away, closing the door behind her. Kim felt bad. She wasn't the one in fault in this story and she was maybe suffering the most about it at home. It might be hell with that suffocating mother and this never satisfied father. Kim ran out to say sorry to Hee Min, but too late she was already back in their parents' house. 

She came back in blaming herself. What was that letter by the way ? Why did it arrived to her old house when the address was obviously Jun's ? There was no name on it and just and "urgent" stamp in front next to the address. She walked inside the kitchen and sat on her chair, took off her coat and scarf, and put the letter on the table looking at it wondering what it could be. Looking at it like that made her found something strange. The enveloppe has been opened once already. Was it a letter from Jinki ? Is that why her parents hided it ?! Oh freak it meant she should had have news on of him 2 weeks ago ? Does that meant she shouldn't have face all the pain ? Did her parents were the reason of her sufferance AGAIN ?! If it was it she was going to break into the neighbour house breaking everything and would come back Jun's home after to read that letter. 

She opened the enveloppe and took what was in out. What was inside made her stood up, letting fall the chair on her side. Her eyes widen and her mouth couldn't be closed anymore. It wasn't a letter, it didn't need any letter. She ran out of home and rushed at the neighbour house. The door was locked she couldn't enter in. She knocked, knocked and knocked at the door, but no one was answering. She started screaming for someone to opened the door. She was so angry that tears started to come out of her eyes. Soon she was crying. Kim fell on her knees, her hand sliding against the door, still knocking for someone to open. It was so frustrating, why did her parents hide that ? Why did they had to ruin everything ? 

"Go back home Kim - said the Auntie voice behind.

-I don't want, I need to know why ... I need to know Jun ! - she said crying of rage

-Do you really think this letter arrived in our home because Hee Min found the letter ? I think, your mom gave the little girl the enveloppe and told her to give it too you, because she felt so bad. If so, do you think your mother wants to see you right now. If so, do you think your mother will have the strength to face you ? If so, do you think this is the best solution to break in and destroy everything ? We always end to know why and sometimes, waiting is the solution."

Kim was looking straight in the Aunt's eyes, while she helped her to stand holding her shoulders. Jun helped her walked back and once in she hugged her. Kim grabbed Jun's shoulders and cried. It was so unfair. What did she do in her previous life to have to suffer that much in this one ? Why was life so hard with her. Once all her anger was out she came back in the kitchen facing the reason of all this. On this table there were a flight ticket. But that wasn't all. There was also this little golden shining object, saying everything without saying anything. That golden round thing being like the first star in the night sky. That so pretty ring, ending everything, starting everything.  

There was a flight ticket yes, but, she didn't had her passport. She couldn't be happy, it was her mom last torture. Everything was in front of her eyes, but they were so far, so unreachable. She would never be able to take that flight, she would never be able to wear that ring. Her hand closed in a fits as her heart squeezing inside her chest. It was so frustrating.

"For when is the flight love ? 

-Tomorrow, 5 p.m., but I won't go, I can't go. My mom is sending me her last gift. The worst torture. Giving me the image of hope behind the hell curtain.