Sincerely, No one // jjk

24 slay bells ring

note: chapter is specially dedicated to @svt_exo_trash

dear jungkook,

i'm soo haeng-un. yes that bitchy girl that is mean as fuck.

i would leave it here but i'm gonna kill myself soon so why not tell you pathetic life story? grab your popcorn because the shows about to start.

my name was chosen by my parents more specifically my dad, meaning good luck. more bells ring? that's why i sign off with good luck after every letter. when you said you knew a third clue i thought you figured out my name. that's why i wanted to know what you knew do badly. but seeing now, you clearly didn't and i didn't have to waste my time worrying at all.

anyways, i was suppose to bring good luck to myself and everyone around me. but it was the total opposite.

my mom left my dad for someone with more money when i was three. i hardly remember her. i liked that. And no my father wasn't someone who turned abusive and started to torture me because he married a fucked up woman and that's why i wanted to kill myself.

quite the opposite in fact. he was kind, courageous, always smiling, and extremely loving. we didn't have much but we had each other. he was my back wall, my supporter.

i loved him. i still do. And now i will meet him.

right i haven't told you the climax yet.

my dad volunteered at the elderly home every weekend. it was because he lost his parents in a car accident when he was seven. that's why he wanted to serve those elderly like they were his parents.

he dragged me along every single one of them.  i didn't appreciate it at first. but now i wished i did.

the name of the elderly home was Amenida senior care home.

slay bells ringing?

that's right. tomorrow. tomorrow is july 16th 2016.

exactly 10 years ago, a shooting occurred. it was the annual death anniversary for the people who volunteered there, worked there and lived there. one of the most horrendous shootings in korea. one the most memorable shootings that left everyone shocked and in fear.

that it was a terrorist attack. but no, it was just a group of rowdy teenagers who just happened to play with a gun.

the worst thing. they were underage. juvie did no shit. their defence was they were just experimenting.

experimenting what. experimenting with people's lives? experimenting mourning?

they were letting us experience what they been through. turned out they were orphans who had all been abandoned by their parents.

in their mind, parents meant elderly.

their hatred built up for them. they killed 20 people. nurses got hurt. volunteers got hurt. i was one of the volunteer that got hurt. that's how i got that nasty scar on my hand. but i was considered lucky.

because volunteers got killed.

yes, my father got killed. because they couldn't control their hatred. because they couldn't let it go. and how i wished i was there with him.

because someone was bad to them. they had to do something worse to people.

if you don't understand why i'm such a bitch to people, it was because i wanted to be the worst. so no one. absolutely no one, could hurt others because of their own selfishness, unwillingness to let go of the past.