Collapsed Tears

Oh. Sehun.

That's my name. It's simple. Easy to remember.

My mother was a doctor. She enjoyed helping young ones, teenagers, adults, and elders with their health. She was generous, initiative, and motherly. She was also quite beautiful. However, this wasn't a positive thing. Men would always fall in love her. I was afraid. Afraid that she would leave my father, although they were already divorced. My mother still loved him, but I knew things wouldn't go back to where they were supposed to be.
After a few months, my mother was diagnosed with lukemia. It was difficult to hold in my tears. Everyday, I would wake up knowing that my mother was a day closer to death. My mother soon lost all her hair. She was pale. Sick. Cold. I still thought that my mother was beautiful inside and out. My mother was going to get through this, she was going to fight.

I told my father about the news as I grabbed my mother's phone and called him outside the room of the hospital. I still remember those words that he had said to me. His voice was quiet, and his words were stuttering. "Tell your mother I still love her." I remember biting my lip as hard as I could, bleeding after.

Eventually, my father came to visit my mother and I.

He was too late.

I was holding my mother's hand tightly. My sniffles turned to sobs. She didn't move a muscle.

Then I realized I was going to be alone. Who would take care of me?

During middle school, I was often teased, bullied. I started living with my aunt, because apparently my father's new wife did not like kids. She despised me. Why? Because kids make her sick. All the complaining, the crying, the laughing, the joy. She didn't want to have a "spoiled brat" in the family.

Basically, everybody hated me. The worst part is, that now I'm in high school. And the bullying had spread to where I had went to. Although, there was one exact moment that had happened.

It was exactly February 18, 1:37 P.M. I was a sophomore. I walked along the crowded hallways, pushing others to get to my next class. I held my books tightly to keep them from falling onto the ground. Suddenly, a group of boys who obviously had nothing better to do came over to me, meanwhile one of them kicked the side of my leg. I yelped in pain, loosening my grip, causing all my books to fall. I wanted to fight back. But I knew if I got up, they would think I was asking for more. I lay on the ground. Alone. However, I observed looked closely at one of the boys. His eyes seemed a bit different. It was pity, and I knew he didn't want to do any of this. I eventually got up, running towards the bathroom to lock myself up in one of the stalls.

I stood there, in between the space of the toilet and the stall door. Why was I always bullied? Why do I exist? Why did it have to be me? I was then startled as a sudden knocking on the other side of the stall. I coughed hesitantly, knocking back at the same rhythm.

"What do you want?" I said, coldly.

"My name is Luhan. Are you often alone like this?" he answered.

I opened the door to see this "Luhan". It was him. The boy who had the different eyes. He was a bit shorter than me, and he had one of those pretty-boy looks.

"Obviously. Why are you so damn curious?" I harshly replied.

Luhan blinked and bit his bottom lip. "Is it so bad just to ask a question?" he asked.

"I didn't say anything. Can you go away?"

"If you want-"

"Go. Away. I'd rather be alone. I just missed another class thanks to you guys."