Anemone | BTS a.f《CLOSED》

Anemone | 신이

"You punk!"

Shouted a girl with a short hair holding a girl in the hair with a lot of bruises.

Breaking things can be heard along with the loud voices, shouting with anger.

"Mom! Please stop!" The bruised girl begged.

"No! Because of you, because of you! I did not get my promotion! You! You are the bad luck to this family!" The lady continuesly shouted while grabbing the poor girl's hair without any consience.

The girl just continued to cry, not knowing how to make her mother stop. So she just cried and let things make her numb because of too much pain.

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*knock knock knock*

"Shin Yi, come downstairs, the dinner is ready." A voice shouted from the outside, but earning no response to a girl named Shin Yi who is still crying.

"Don't expact me to force you to eat Shin Yi. You know I am not capable of doing such things. If you'll not come our right now, you'll eat nothing." The voice outside warned.

But even though Shin Yi is hungry, nothing can surpass the pain inside her heart and especially her body.

She misses her caretaker. The person who took care of her ever since she was young but..... she died.

Shin Yi's POV

My Caretaker.

She died in I-don't-know reason. My foster parents didn't tell me why. And will never will.

Yes, I am adopted. I don't know if it's legal or not, but as far as I know, I am already here even before my caretaker died.

She already processed everything, I think, eversince we came here in Korea. Maybe she know that she will are die but cannot tell it to me.

It hurts a lot, she is such a good person, she took care of me even tho we don't have a same bloodline. She treated me like her real daughter.

And I never thought that I will lose her and end up with this miserable family.

My foster parents were the worst thing ever, that happened in my life.

They treated me like a shit. Made me as a maid. They don't even let me go to school, they always say, "You stay here and do all the chores".

They always throw to me their anger, even tho I didn't do anything. Saying I am a bad luck to this family, but isn't it them who do that to themselves?

I hate it, I want it to stop, but I can't do anything and it sucks.

I have no one, I have no one to be with me, to accompany me, to comfort me, to take care of me.

I almost have nothing beside myself.

So I have no choice but to stand by myself, take care of myself, support myself.

I need to be independent if I want to continue in life, I already don't want to cry, I want to be strong;

and that is the thing I want to do now.

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Next day

*creeeeekkkkkk*

"Oh, hey bitch, where are you going? To a bar with a lot of fvcking boys?" My step sister, said to me with a smirk as soon as I opened my room's door which is the basement.