Dear No One | Jeon Jungkook

Chapter 1

nam seolhee.

September 3, 2:56 pm

"Stop spreading your legs apart, Seolhee, it's not lady-like. Sit in a more pleasant position." My mom— or in more appropriate words- my birth giver commanded me in a disturbed whisper, her gaze fixed on my inappropriate sitting position.

I was getting so comfortable but she stopped me. I just sighed loudly to annoy her a bit and sat up straight. To be honest, calling her a 'birth giver' is more appropriate than calling her a mom. A mom is someone who's able to conceive a baby and take responsibility of it and provide it with love and care, while a birth giver just proves that she has a vagina and that she can produce humans.

Why does she always need to pretend that she cares about anything about me?

She 'innocently' turned her head to the man infront of us.

"Can you please come again, sir? I didn't really hear what you said about my daughter." She asked the principal who was sitting at the opposite of us, forcing a smile. I badly wanted to scoff at her fake attitude she displays in front of him.

She's never like this at home, she's always something worse.

The principal nodded and cleared his throat, "Your daughter has been getting into a lot of fights lately. She's been suspended six times because of this and if she continues with this kind of behavior, then I'm afraid that this may lead to expulsion."

My mom turned to me with a disappointed look on her face. My mom is pretty predictable, I could tell by the looks of it that she'll physically hurt me on the way home. It's pretty obvious that she doesn't like what he said. She doesn't know that I got suspended because she never picks up any of the school's calls, until she finally did this time.

"Is this.. true, Seolhee?" She asked in a disbelief, her voice shaky with her eyes focused on me. That shaky tone is a warning, I'm getting scared.

I stared at her back intently and shrugged my shoulders, beginning to speak. "Why do you need to ask me? After all, Mister-know-it-all in front of us just told you about it." I said, trying my best not to be rude, sparing a glance from the principal.

I saw my mom clench and unclenched her fist under the table without the principal seeing her, probably fighting the urge to not hurt me inside the principal's office.

I remember everything that had happened yesterday, the school called her and told her that the principal wants to meet her, and for some reason I'm not the least bit scared.

My mom, on the other hand was pretty annoyed with them calling her that she almost didn't go to see him. But still, she showed up just to show that she's doing a good job at being a parent. Even if I know that isn't true.

I couldn't blame her.

After a few exchanging of words with the man, I then watched my mom hurriedly stand up from her seat and grabbed me by the wrist, tight.

Her grip suddenly turned tighter and I'm trying hard not to wince to not show of any hint that I'm in pain. No matter how much I don't like this woman, I still don't want her to get in trouble for physically abusing me in front of him.

I keenly watched her mad expression change when she saw the principal looking at us with worry. She gave a small bow in front of him as she dismissed the discussion.

"Thanks for the time mister, but I apologize because I really have to go now. I have matters to discuss with my daughter." She blunted and dragged me out of the principal's office in no time.

I wish she didn't say that— or at least I wish I could've mouthed 'help' at the principal before heading out.

As soon as we got out of the school building, I could tell that my mom couldn't wait. Her hand flew right on my cheek, a loud noise coming out of it.

My cheek started stinging accompanied by an agonizing pain after she slapped me. That freaking hurts. I had to move my jaw back to its place. It was harder than she has ever done to me before.

My throat was dry and I can't make her stop. I was strong and assertive in front of everyone, except to her. It's because she reminded me of all the bad things about me.

Everything's wrong about my existence.

"What the hell do you think you're doing with yourself— to me, huh?! Did I raise you to get into trouble all the time? You've been nothing but a disappointment ever since the day you were born! You're the reason everyone of them hated us! And look what I can tell by now, that you're living up to that name! Seolhee, my so-called daughter, the bitch responsible for destroying my family apart!" She shouted.

Arrows shot through my heart as I realized what she meant by them. It's the rest of our family, our relatives. Not a single one of them looked at me lovingly ever since they laid their eyes on me. None of them welcomed me in their family, either. They all looked at me with disappointment when I was born and I lived eighteen years of my life in hurt and negligence.

Including my own mom.

That's why she said this, "my family", not "our".

I can't tell how much I badly wanted to speak, to tell her this, It's always like this. You always make it seem like you're the saint between the two of us.

Tears sprung down my eyes, leaving a soft stinging pain from them. I started trembling as she continued to verbally abuse me; telling me that I'm a failure, a disappointment, useless and completely worthless. I get why she's telling me all these.

But what fears me the most is that this is only the start.

I knew what's going to happen next. No matter how much I tell myself that I'm used to it, I'm not. She then dragged me to the girl's restroom and I winced at her touch.

She started to pull my hair and throw me across the room. I bit my lip to not feel any of the pain my own mom gives me.

I hope I survive another night.

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A/N: how was it? i took so much time with this omg. oh and please read my other stories! c: backspace, delete, my richest secret and unspoken.