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nine

the vast, blue sky.

the bright sun.

the creaking of crickets.

the white, fluffy clouds.

the tall, big trees.

the chirping of birds.

the fresh air.

those were the things that existed outside my home.

nothing was beautiful inside my home.

the beer cans.

the alcohol bottles.

the smell of booze.

they weren't beautiful at all.

nothing close to that.

i unlocked my door and opened it quietly, only to see my snoring, sleeping mother.

i closed my door, locked it again and climbed out through my window.

i walked briskly to the house of the boy who i met yesterday.

i knocked on his door.

"hello, come on in."

"i realised that i don't know your name yet."

"my name is jeon yuna."

"nice to meet you, jeon yuna. i'm jung hoseok."

"it's a pleasure to meet you too."

"so what are we going to do?"

"you're going to call the social workers and tell them what goes on in your home."

"i'm scared."

"remember? i'm here for you."

"okay, i'll do it." i took a deep breath.

hoseok passed me the phone and i took it with my shaky hands.

"what did they say?"

"they said they will be going over to my house now."

"let's go to your house now then."

"no, we can't."

"my mother will hurt us if she sees that i made a friend."

"don't be afraid, i'll protect you."