Dear No One | Jeon Jungkook

Chapter 2

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September 3, 11:47 pm

Seolhee sat on her house's veranda and cried her eyes out silently. Her mom had disappeared and is probably out away from their tiny 'home', maybe sleeping in another unknown man's house for the night. She never felt more alone than when her mom wasn't there for her. Her mother's absence was a breath of fresh hair for the young lady and at same time, not.

Even if her mom wasn't really good to her, if she was there it makes Seolhee happy because at least she had some company with her.

Seolhee felt uneasy as she stared at the cutter's blade lying on the ground beside her. From there, her pained snifles suddenly ceased as she began to think, Will hurting myself make things better than it is?

There were many times when she tried to run the sharp blade down her own wrist, but she would always stop midway because she hates seeing blood seeping out of her own skin. Blood was the only thing that helps her stay alive now, not something or someone else.

But everyone as miserable as her told her that cutting helps her push her problems away. She felt pressured but it still felt wrong.

After she had the courage to stand up and walk, her bruised, wounded and weak legs finally started to bring her somewhere. Her house was located near a hill, a cliff and a large sea. Seolhee had always yearned someone to be there, joining her at her hardest times but no one dared to. Sometimes her desperateness get the best for her, and she tend to talk to herself everytime she visits those places.

(A/N: i am obsessed with cliffs help me pls)

The cutter was still tempting her.

She stared at it in dead silence, staying frozen in her position. She would try to look somewehere else, but it's just too eye-catching. As much she tried to pry it away from her sigh, her gaze would always bounce back to it. Her fragile hands didn't want to reach for it as much as she thought they would, surprisingly, but it's just disturbingly interesting.

After pondering what to do next, she finally made up her mind in a minute and grabbed the cutter, subsequently standing from where she's sitting and made her way inside her house. She scurried towards her isolated room and immediately opened each of her drawers, trying to find some empty space.

She then placed the cutter in her very last drawer, the drawer which she doesn't open often. She also made sure to stuff that drawer with lots of other unnecessary objects in her room so that the cutter won't be in her sight again.

I don't want to do any of that., she thought. Yet she's still wondering what's keeping her from trying to cut herself, aside from hating the sight of blood.

The lass went out of her house again but this time, she brought a pencil with her. She was about to sit down the veranda again until she thought of doing something else. She paused for a while and thought, then continued to walk almost aimlessly towards a direction. She started collecting white rocks of different shapes and sizes on her way as her exhausted legs fought hard to bring her up the small hill.

Seolhee could get the closest to a bird's eye view of everything around her if she goes up there and that's what she wanted.

It was dark; only the moon and a few stars were shining for it was quiet, except that the crickets were contributing to the faint noise surrounding her her. A small, satisfied grin escaped her lips as she laid her eyes upon the beautiful view. She found the beauty in the smallest, underrated and insignificant things. For example, a lot of people chose the sunset over the moonlight and she opposed to that thought.

She turned head and saw her house from afar. The expression of her face dropped because her chaotic abode looks so much better outside than it looks in the inside. The inside is full of chaos, really. It seemed so much as if nobody will ever speculate that her house was never a home, and might never will be.

Sitting on the prickly surface of the grassy hill, Seolhee began to put a medium-sized rock from those she collected on her lap. She smiled at how stupid the next thing she'll do might be. But then, she was all alone anyway. So nobody will judge her, except for herself, not even the sea.

She started to hold the pencil tight and was about to write on the surface until a tear suddenly escaped from her eye, dropping on her thigh. Flashbacks of what her mom did to her tonight— in fact, almost every night still haunts her. She knew how much her mom didn't want her, she knew alll her mom's bad intentions towards her. She knew everything her mom had to do with her, but she never once thought of leaving. Her mom was aging rapidly these days, senile, frail and soon to be forgotten and she didn't want that.

In contrary to Seolhee's cleanest intentions towards her mother, she stilh hoped that the treatment would stop. She had almost gone bald because of her mother's efforts of trying to drag and hurt her her everywhere whilst gripping on her hair. That very night, mother threw objects closer to her at the eighteen year old and hit her with them, leaving her with bruises and a few wounds.

Seolhee never forgets what her mom does to her. Every single word she calls her, every single object she uses to hurt her, and every single time she attempted to kill her. Seolhee never forgets everything.

The scars on Seolhee's body still hurt now but she kept on forcing herself that it's okay.

She gripped on the pencil tighter and started to write on the rock's rough surface. Her hands started to tremble for she doesn't know who to write the message she's about to write to. Her lip started to quiver again as she struggled to keep her tears in.

But then she thought, 'Nobody will read this anyway, so why not write to no one?', so she continued,

She then proceeded on writing about what happened that day, her tears flowing down from her eyes. It wasn't completely legible since it was written on a rock but it felt so right for her. She didn't want anyone to read it, not even herself. It just made the burden on her chest disappear.. temporarily.

Right after she finished writing, she stood up high and threw the rock as far and as strong as she can, watching it fly in the air with a laugh escaping her lips.

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September 3, 11:56 pm.

That night was the best night for Jeon Jungkook.

The girl he liked, Jinshil finally said yes when he asked her to be his girlfriend. A smile never left his lips ever since he came home. He's already able to go on dates with her, stay with her when she needs some help and company, and also exchange I love you's to each other.

The thought of these things he could do with her gives him butterflies.

He stepped at the back of his house for some fresh air, and brightly smiled at the nightsky. Everything went the way he wanted everything to go. He's glad that Jinshil accepted his confession since that was the least thing she expected her to do that day.

While peacefully listening to the crickets' noise, he suddenly heard a small but loud thud coming from his roof, making him flinch. A small, white object fell from his roof to the ground, right in front of him. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and a sudden paranoid thought appeared in his mind.

Is that a tiny-ass meteorite or an asteroid? No no no, it can't be. That's just stupid., he thought.

He slowly walked towards the object in full anticipation of what it was. When he found out it was just a rock, he heaved a small sigh of relief and chuckled a little at his stupidity.

He kneeled down and picked it up slowly, seeing that there's nothing really special about it and was about to leave it, until he turned it over and realized that there were words written on it.

Words coming from the tormented lass.

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A/N: i really hope you're liking this so far m8 (;