The sky is getting dark so are my bruises. The cool wind caressing my face gently as I walk near the edge. I climbed up the railings and sat there comfortably. I looked down at the busy streets. Cars are parked beneath me. An idea suddenly came up to my mind.
What if I jump here? No one cares if I die. Except for the owner of the car I will crash to.
I laughed a bit of that idea. But it's true, no one cares about me. I don't have friends, I am always bullied. These bruises and wounds of mine came from those heartless teens inside my school. My teachers don't like me too, maybe because I'm inactive at school and my grades are almost failing. And my parents? No, I don't think I have one. My mom died when I was born. My dad is a drunkard. Most of my cuts and bruises came from him. He's always blaming me for my mom's death. The fuck did I know? I'm just an innocent infant back then! But maybe he's right, it's all my fault. If I wasn't born, maybe she's still alive. Maybe she had a chance to live with my dad longer and had a happy family. The tears started to well up my dark eyes.
"Ah, maybe I don't belong in this world. No one likes me. I should end this vulnerable life." I murmured to the air. I stood up and spread my two arms, welcoming the gentle breeze. I closed my sobbed eyes and sighed heavily, I'm ready to die.
I'm almost ready to jump when I heard someone's screaming. He quickly pulled me back before I could turn my head to see who's it. We both fell to the concrete ground, me hovering over his body. I quickly pulled away from his grasps and sat down.
"What are you doing here?!" I yelled in shock, he stood up and crouched in front of me.
"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly. He held my face and tilted it in different positions, examining the scratches and bruises on my face. "What happened to you?!"
I swatted his hands and glared at him. "Who are you?!"
"You don't know me?" he looked so surprised when I said that.
"I wouldn't ask if I know!" I replied furiously.
"Seriously?" He laughed a bit, I just death stared at him then he introduced his self. "I'm Jung Hoseok, the most popular and the most handsome guy in Hankuk University." he said cockily.
I squinted my eyes, "Ugh, really?"
I actually known him. Yes, he's famous in our school. Every girl in our school is willing to slide down their panties just to be noticed by him. But not me, I don't give a shit. My life is too miserable to give a single fuck for him, for anyone actually.
"You really don't know me?" he asked again.
"Yes, I do but I don't care whoever you are. Just leave me alone." I demanded.
"No, I won't leave you like this." he held my shoulders and stared at me. He seems to be pitied at me.
I shrugged my shoulders to remove away his hands. "Get the fuck out of my face! I don't need you, I don't need anyone!" I shouted. My tears ran fast on my cheeks. I stood up and turned my back on him. I just covered my face with my hands and cried harder.
I suddenly felt warm wrapped in my body. I looked up and saw Hoseok hugging me. He looked down and smile "Don't worry, everything will be okay."
I don't know but his hug made me feel better. I never been cared like this before. I didn't realised that I'm hugging him back tightly and cried even harder than before.
We stayed on that position for about an hour, confessing all of my problems on him while sobbing hard. He's just caressing his hand on my back to make me feel better.
