Can't - Mark Tuan Fan fic

31 - What's This Again? Won't It Stop?

"Cristina. Your mom really wants you to go down for dinner." Lita says angrily, pulling the blanket off of me as I lay idly on my bed. 

"I don't feel like eating." I say lazily. It's been three days since the incident. And until now, I still can't believe I actually shot somebody. My hands still shake at the thought of it. For the past days I've locked myself up in the room, crying over what happened. 

"Cristina!" My mom storms in the room, shouting. "You can't do this."

"You should've listened to me the first time." Lita whispers before making an exit. 

"Mom!" I sit up, blinking and fixing my hair. 

"Young lady, you get up from there right now. Don't wait until I pull you out myself." She continues shouting. 

"Ok. Ok." I answer, annoyed. It's like I can go anywhere, she's already pulling my hand. 

My dad is already at the head of the table, waiting for my arrival. His expression is not very welcoming though. "Eat!" He orders. 

I quietly poke the food around my plate. Though they've prepared most of my favorites, they don't look appetizing to me. 

"You're going to school in two days." My father says, making me look up at him with wide eyes. 

"S...school?" The thought of going out the house still scares me. "Dad. Don't I have a say in this?" I start to argue. "I told you I'm not really interested in continuing law school. I..."

"You're not." He interrupts. 

"Huh?"

"I've entered you in performing arts since it's what you want anyway."

I want to scream and jump up and down in happiness, but I can't. It's really what I wanted, but at this moment, I don't really know anymore. I actually have thoughts of going back to Korea and continuing my training. Lita has passed me a message secretly yesterday telling me that they are waiting for my response regarding the email they sent me. They said they're giving me a week to decide. 

I haven't told my parents about it since I know what they're gonna say anyway. However, I kinda miss the strenuous training, the night-long practices and the constant bickering of all the trainees. I also miss my Mr. Puffy which I left behind in Seoul. I didn't bring anything with me when I left, all I had were my passport and wallet. 

I'm about to say something, but when I look into my dad's eyes, all I can do is nod and swallow hard. I'm not the same old Cristina who fights back anymore. I don't think I have the right to do that after what I did. I just accepted my punishments quietly. 

"By the way," he looks back down on his plate, slicing the piece of meat and then putting it in his mouth. I wait patiently for what else he's gonna say as he chews, taking his time. "We found Ed's body. We're planning on cremating it and putting it beside Lara's. What do you think?" He looks at me. 

My tears are, once again, threatening to come out. All that's happened three days ago come back as if it's happening all over again. 

I screamed when I saw Sean pulling the trigger. In panic, I lifted the gun I was holding and fired. Before Sean completely fell down to the floor, he fired another one. I heard a loud thud of not just one person dropping, but two. I quickly looked to my right where Sean was pointing his gun earlier in fear that he got Mark. But, what I saw was Lara sprawled on the floor, one bullet hole on her arm and another right through her chest. 

I dropped down to my knees, tears flowing when I saw the girl that once was my best friend lying lifeless on the floor, blood oozing out of her body.