penpals | yoonmin

XIV

park jimin

opening the letter, i thought to myself that maybe.. we'll write to each other for a while. like, he always replies, late or not.. maybe he likes me? maybe we are friends? it feels good to have a friend.. or whatever yoongi is. jimjam? nobody has ever called me that. it's a little embarrassing.. but i like it.  wait.. somebody's calling me. it's mom. her and dad are yelling. i entered the room, my mom pulled my arm and pulled me close to her. i was numb to this. the screaming. i blocked it out, i didn't hear the muffled yelling in my ear, whether it was important or not. i didn't care. it's just a cycle. dad will leave soon and not show up for a couple days, and then come home and pretend like he's a good dad and then it'll all start again. i hate him. i hate mom. i hate the way she makes me pick sides, kicks me out and then begs me to come home.. she drinks. dad does too. i hate them. but i hate life too. i hate school, i hate my parents, and i hate me. i'm a stupid, ugly kid who has no fucking friends and never will. 

i broke from my mom. i ran out. i left the house. im done. the letter is still in my pocket. should i finish reading?