I'm the shortest girl in our class and quite chubby. Though I usually don't care about what i look like or what other people have to say, it still bothered me. I'm the girl you'll find stuck in a fariy tale rather than reality; walking around with my nose in a book. After my mothers death, even books couldnt save me.
My mother was the only friend i had so i didnt care for the fact that no one at school would consider me as such. But since the day of her death, i was slowly pulled into pure darkness and madness. I refused to eat. And guess what, no one was there to argue with me. I was all alone. No realitives what so ever. My father was dead before i was born and now at the age of sixteen my mother surrendered to death unexpectedly. No one would be there to force me to eat. No one to tell me to sleep and smile the next day. No one busy in the kitchen cooking breakfest for me. No one i can tell my worries to. No one to tell me to not cut. No one; until he came.
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"Ne, Ne eomma! I'll go greet our neighbours now!" I pulled on my shoes and mentally put an alarm in my head to get some eggs and milk after greeting our new neighbours. My mother got us a place in an apartment near my new school. we moved because of my mom's job. Not that i have any objections with the move but i will miss those rascals i called friends.
I knocked on the door of the room next to ours to the right. No one answered. i knocked again. No one answered at all. i tried the door knob. The door opened. I know i shouldnt go inside, but well curiousity is just hard to disobey.
"I'm sorry for intruding...." I said to the air. No one answered of course. I heard steps coming from one of the rooms down the hall. I walked closer to the sourse of the sound.
"Ouch..." I heard a little whisper of pain coming from what seemed like the washroom. Worried i opened the door. I couldnt contain my shock from that moment.
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I'll just pretend I didn't hear the door. The person will leave eventually. It's not like i dont lock the door.
It's the winter break now so memories of winter fun with my mother were drowning my thoughts and spilling out of my arms and eyes in the shape of blood and tears. I dont cut deep, or at least thats what i think.I looked at my refelction in the mirror. I looked hopeless. I felt hopeless. i looked down at my scared arm. my tears fell once again as i grab the razor and added a new sign of misery to my collection. This one cut deep. And it hurt.
"Ouch..." I didn't relize someone was actually here, when the door of the washroom that boy was revealing my darkness and sadness. I was terrified of the shock written on his face. Attempting to match the speed of light i oppened the sink and washed off the blood off the blood but it kept on coming out. From the corner of my eyes I saw the boy run out. I tried to ignor it. i hoped he wasnt going to come back and was out of my life. The blood was still slipping out of the ingury, but it felt good. I felt better like this. Right?
"I'm sorry for intruding but can you please give me your arm?" I turned around to see the boy grab my arm with worry and anger on his face. I didnt understand what was going on. Who is he? Why is he back here again?
The boy was taking care of the wound I caused as he said," My name is Lee Byung Hun. My mother and I just recently moved in next door. It's nice to meet you. Please take care of me. Again I'm really sorry for witnessing this, I'm glad i came in though..."
I looked at him before answering. I felt something change a little with the atmosphere in the washroom. the once gloomy depressing arua was replace with worry and care when he walked in. One part of me was glad. But the other refused to accept such a change. From the books I read before eomma's daeath, I knew what could happen. i can't lose another person, so i'll close myself up.
"Nice to meet you too. I'm Yoon Chae Hye. Sorry, we had to meet like this." I bowed my head. After he finished treating my injury, i took my arm out of his grasp and got up. I didnt know what to do. "umm..."
"I hope we can get closer Chae Hye! And I hope I dont sound nosy, but whatever happened, hurting yourself won't change reality...Preachy but please i'm next door if you need a smile on your face~" He was about to leave. i walked him to the door. what's wrong with my heart?
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I was shocked when i saw her cut herself. The only thing going on in my mind was that she must have been in a lot of pain. I ran home and grab the first aid kit without my mom noticing. I ran back and entered the washroom. She was crying a lot, her eyes were red and swollen. She looked so delicate. And honestly i can't deny how beautiful she looks at the moment. It hurt mr to see her i pain though. I felt a little dumb thinking that, i mean i dont even know her at all. But my heart is still skipping several beats.
Before I left to get my mothers gorceries, i turned to face her. I took her hand in a gentle manner, and kissed the treated wound. "Be safe." I said and smiled at her embarrassed face. I want to make her smile. That's my goal from now on.
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OMG HELLO HOLIDAYS~!<3 no school for awhile YESSHH!! Thanks a lot for all the reads and i'm sorry for the late updates! I'm kinda lazy LOOL please pwease comment any thoughts! Thanks a lot for the reads yeorubun<3 SARANGHAE :* Merry Christmas and Happy New year (early but hey let it happen LOL)
P.S!!!! I was think i should make this little one shot a fanfic of its own...So it would be lovely if you Beuatiful Angels told me your thoughts ;)
