3 Ways

Visitors in the Night

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Victoria's torso lurched forward into the steering wheel upon the impact from abruptly stepping on the brakes as she pulled over to the side. She huffed a loud sigh and gripped the wheel with all the strength she could summon into her hands. She was pissed off and angry.

No, no one had killed her mom. She killed herself because she hated life so much. And that was that.

"You're only pissed off because you found out you were a mistake she didn't want! And when the police listed her death as suicide, you and grandma turned your back on her, but now the cops are pursuing Ma Ho Jun's death, which is exactly the same as mom's, and you can bring yourself to participate in an investigation that could be linked to mom's death? I think there's something wrong with that picture. Don't you think it's strange that they never looked into mom's death, but they're looking into Ma Ho Jun's?"

Her high pitch screamed echoed and deafened her ears even when she tugged at her scalp and curled her loose hair into a scrunched up mess. Anger was boiling in her; she was just so angry...and utterly disappointed. Whether she was more pissed off with the fact that Chorong had a point or that she refused to believe she still loved her mom confused her.

She sat in her car for hours and when the sky darkened a little she turned the engine back on and drove off.

At 20 years old just before she officially moved out from her home, she'd been angry enough to drive up to the crest hill where her mother's body had been discovered by a biker. It was a tall hill near the private camping grounds and from there one could see the full view of Seoul. The lights of homes and businesses could be seen in millions at once. And the cars that moved around the city were like beautiful dragonflies wandering a lost town.

A hiking hill had been created by pathways created by someone who seemed to have nothing better to do between the winding woods. Her mother had been found at the top; dead and soulless.

Parking her car at the bottom she saw the yellow tape the police had used to keep the public away from the crest hill, but obviously someone had cut through leaving the tape strewn across the ground in a disorderly fashion. Or perhaps the cops had just been too lazy to pick up after themselves.

Victoria picked her way through the woods, her feet carefully moving underneath her. She could see a dim glow of the blue green sky the dying sun created as it fell through the gaps of the trees. From afar the buildings sparkled out of the corner of her eyes, but it wasn't the view she'd come for. She was going to take another look at the area where her mother had been found, where Ma Ho Jun had been discovered.

Birds and crickets chirped and Victoria felt paranoia slowly seep through her. She foolishly wondered if there was something else there with her. Shaking her head she shoved the thought away and continued to the top.

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"I'm worried," Chorong paced throughout the house biting her thumbnail with her arm crossed over her tummy underneath her elbow. "Victoria should be back by now."

"Sometimes we need to blow off our own steam," Namjoo muttered from where she was sitting on the stairs.

Chorong sighed and walked into the living room. Pulling aside the curtain she glanced out into the empty street.

"She's not answering her phone," Chorong muttered.

"Who do you think could have done it?" Namjoo asked thinking as hard as she could.

Chorong started back out of the living room and resumed her position earlier.

"I don't think mom had any enemies," Namjoo seemed to talk to herself. "They would have been dumb enough to hate her."