Mysteries

Chapter 2

14 years later

"Chulsoon! Come get some food!" The familiar voice of Myung Si Hye called. Si-Hye was this family's mother and a good friend of my mum. She was the person whom had agreed to take care of me on that dreadful day and for that I am thankful. Thankful beyond the point where I can't even word it.

Pushing back the wooden desk chair I was sitting on, I made my way out of my room and down the hall to the dining room. The four other inhabitants of the house were already gathered, making me the last. Pulling back a chair, I sat down next to the eldest child living here. Myung Sanah, 26 years old. This guy was a little intimidating and it was only during meals that I ever saw him, but nevertheless he was the son of Si Hye and he has helped me through some tough times. Sitting across from me was the youngest child. Her name was Myung Ruby and she was 7. Since moving here I was able to watch her blossom into the adorable bundle she is now. Though, she can be a handful at times and would often throw tantrums when she doesn't get what she wants. And lastly, sat next to Ruby was a female named Myung Ji-Yeon. She was the same age as me which I found to be quite interesting, but the thing is.. I'm not close to any of the residents of the house. Not a single one of the four. I just didn't want to get close to anyone after what happened to my own family.

Picking up my spoon, I began to eat the soup Si-Hye made. As I ate, I blocked out the others around me and at the same time blocked off my torturous thoughts. If I let my thoughts loose then I'd definitely have memories, from days I don't want to remember, come back to me.
They'd dominite me and make my brain go haywire, its happened many times and only recently have I managed to prevent my thoughts from wandering, prevent them from hurting me.

"Chulsoon? Kim Chulsoon." A females voice breaks through the wall I'd just put up and I lift my head to look at the owner. Si Hye.
"Hm?" I mumble as I raise an eyebrow at her.
A sigh escapes the womans lips as she gives me a displeased look. "Can't you join the conversation? We were just talking about future careers..It'd be nice if you could talk to us more. Just this once." I watched blankly as her lips contorted into a pout and although she was middle aged...She pulled it off. Her pouty face wasn't much different from most women, if I do say so myself, and it was just a face you couldn't say no to. It was an adorable motherly look and even though she wasn't my real parent, I couldn't help but have a brief feeling that she was.

Letting out a sigh, I put my spoon down and nodded to her. "Okay."
Hearing my short response made a smile stretch her small lips and I refrained myself from doing the same. "Okay, okay..Great. Well, Ji-yeon, it's your turn." She said as she looked over at her daughter. Turning my head, I looked at the younger female with a blank gaze.

"Well, I've been thinking long and hard about what I'd like to be when I'm older..I was sure it was a secretary...But, recently I've been aspiring to become a reporter." Eyes widening at the career path she'd want to take, I slowly sat back in my seat as my spinal cord straightened. Memories that I'd been blocking off for 14 years started swarming my mind.

"Is it true that your father sent those men to their deaths?"
"You must be dissapointed, what do you think of your father now?"
"Is it true that everyone refuses to speak to your family?"
"Why'd Kim Ming Soo do it? What was his purpose?"
"Were you two boys involved in any way?"
"Did you help plan the attack?"
Questions after questions were being shouted at myself and my brother as we stood on the street in front of our house. Reporters holding microphones were surrounding us and as much as we tried, we couldn't move. Every step we took, they'd close in more and only follow in the tight circle they'd trapped us in. The experience was something I hated. I'm sure nobody would want to be put in this situation. For every word they shouted at us, more tears welled. My brothers anger could be felt emitting off of his body.
"Please, we have no answers for these questions. We just want to get to school." He'd say as he attempted to guide myself and him out of the crowd...But it was impossible. They were far too persistent and only wanted answers. They didn't care if others needed to be somewhere or had to do something. Heck they probably didn't care if the person they were 'interviewing' was on the verge of death. All they cared about was their job and getting the facts.

"Can you explain your side of the story?"
"Why do you think your dad was the only one to escape?"
"Wow..How horrible he must've been. Was he always like this?"

More questions...Questions that we refused to answer. Why should we answer? We shouldn't be forced to answer these questions in order for them to be satisfied.
The more words that came out of their mouths, the more tears built up in my eyes. After another marathon of questions, it became too much. I let the tears fall and spoke before Choong-min would. His anger could be felt burning higher than ever and even I was intimidated. There was no way I could let him take care of this situation, he'd probably get us in jail.

"Yah! Do you really think my father would do such a thing?! Do you even know him?! I've been living with him all my life and all you can do is accuse him and put the blame on him..." As I spoke my tears became a waterfall and my lower lip trembled. This had to end now. Or it never would. "He's our father and you're throwing these questions into our faces without a care in the world. My dad has been a caring, proud chief for 37 years. All he ever talked about was those he worked with. Want me to prove it? Park Sungil. He was a dedicated policeman who worked often. He was my fathers best friend. Born 17th October 1976. Jung Minhoon. The goofy one, always cheering up the group. Born 1st January 1975. Kim dongshi. He lived to die, he'd do anything and everything in order to keep this city safe. Born 23rd April 1976. Park Chanyeol. He was the respected one of the group, rarely did he ever mess up. Born 26th April 1977. Gary. He was the so called rebel, never followed the rules or did as anyone said, yet he still made a great policeman. He was born 11th February 1975. Kim Jongho. He was another goofball and my father would always come home and laugh about the latest joke he'd told. He was born 19th December 1977. Is that enough for you? Are you somewhat satisfied now? My dad isn't a murderer, he isn't! He's the most caring person in the world. He takes care of me, Choong-min and mummy." I screamed at them. All father had ever talked about were his comrades, he'd talked about them enough for it to be nailed into his family's heads.

Looking around at the group of both male and women, I analysed their faces. Most looked to be considering what I'd said, but others just stared at me and Choong-min with a cold gaze. They weren't convinced.

"The kids got a point..." A male mumbled after a while. Whipping my head to look at him, I noticed he had lowered his microphone and looked to be ready to leave.
"What do you mean he has a point? So what, he gave us their life story, that doesn't change anything. Kim Ming Soo is still the prime suspect and we still need facts. Information. All the juice! We have a job to do and if you all wanna keep your jobs, I suggest you try to get information." A woman said and I turned my gaze to her. As soon I looked at her, I was filled with hate. She looked like the most evil witch I'd ever seen and I wanted nothing more than to pounce on her and tighten my small hands around her neck.

"I still don't understand what you mean dear.." Si Hye said as I broke out of the sudden memory and stared at Ji-yeon in horror...

"Aish...Mum. You know, one of those people who gather the latest stories and pass them on to others to be read on the news. Well that's what I want to be."

Pushing back my chair, I stood up and forced my facial features to mask themselves. "I'm gonna go to bed..." I mumble as I turned to leave the table. Being in that room with them was suffocating me...Especially after what Ji-yeon had announced she'd like to be. Of all things..A reporter. Does she not know how foul they are? They're monsters!

"Are you sure? You haven't eaten much." Si Hyes voice sounded from behind me. I only nodded my head as I made my way down the hall and towards my room. In a few seconds, I was at my door and I pushed it open before walking inside. Kicking it closed, I made a beeline for my bed and jumped onto it. As soon as my back hit the duvet I let out a sigh and closed my eyes.

"Why Ji-yeon? Just why?" I whispered to myself as I turned onto my side. Due to being overwhelmed with the memories and new found information, my body had drained itself of energy and only now was I feeling the tiredness of the day.
With my eyes closed, I let out one last sigh before allowing sleep to overtake and re-energise my body.

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This chapter hasn't been edited, so don't mind the grammar, I'll be sure to fix it when I have time. But, apart from that, I hope you enjoyed the second chapter of Mysteries! Please comment, vote and share! :D ♥♡