My parents have been dead for 6 months now and I'm not any closer to getting over them than I was the day they died. I go to the guidence office at school crying almost daily. In fact I'm lucky if I even make it through 3 hours in a row without crying. I still can't accept the fact that they're gone. And the stupid thing about all of this is that people at school are starting to make fun of me. But they don't know how I feel. Nobody does except for my brother Mark. And even he doesn't break down like I do, ever.
I live with him in an apartment in south Korea. I go to school while he trains and practices with his group Got7. He used to live in the dorms with them, bur once our parents died he got custody of me and decided that he'd get an apartment so we could be together.
I'm almost 17 and I'm junior in high school and after I graduate I'm planning on leaving. Mark doesn't know this, but I plan on moving back to the US once I graduate high school so I could start over.
"I-I just can't take it anymore. I just can't get over this. I hate people, I hate all of the people in this school and I just want to leave everyone and everything behind and start over."
Principal Choi just stared blankly back at me.
"I'm sorry Ms. Tuan, but there's nothing we can do to help you. Your guardian lives here in Seoul so we cannot transfer you. Would you be willing to share what you reasons for disliking the school are?"
"You want reasons? How about being alone all the time. How about the fact that both of my parents are dead and everyone expects me to just get over it. People call me a baby and a loser and anytime I think I made I friend I find out they were using me try and get to my brother. How about the fact that nobody knows how I feel except for my brother who's never there for me anyway.
You think you have things hard and that you have problems? Well think again because mine are worse and my life sucks."
"Well have you ever thought about telling your brother?"
"No. He has enough stress to deal with.
Mr. Choi was speechless as I got up and walked out of the room. I went straight to my locker and grabbed my stuff before I walked out the front doors.
After my fifteen minute walk from school I finally arrived at home. The house was empty as usual so I went straight to my room and opened up my laptop to do homework.
I noticed that my Facebook tab was open and I had 65 new notifications. I clicked on the notification tab and each notification scrolled down.
They were all new wall posts from...people at my school and it was all hateful. I felt tears springing to my eyes after I read post after post of mean comments.
"You're such a crybaby"
"Such a freaking loser"
"You don't even have any friends"
"I bet your parents never loved you."
"Mark loves his career more than you."
They went on and on from all sorts of different people.
I couldn't take it anymore. I started balling, but the thig that pushed me over the edge was Mark's post I saw when scrolling through my news feed.
"Ugh siblings are so annoying -.-"
I didn't know at the time that it wasn't about me, but I didn't know and I was already mentally unstable. He was actual referring to his brothers aka band members of got7 who had pranced him earlier ruining his favorite shirt.
I felt numb. And felt no reason to live as I stood up and trudged towards the bathroom. With shaking hands I opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed a bottle of pills before returning to my room. Tears kept pouring out as I scribbled out a short note on a piece of paper.
Then I climbed onto my bed and swallowed a handful of pills. Then another and another until the bottle Was empty.
I slowly felt my heart beat slowing down and my eyelids growing heavy.
The last two images I saw were a view of my note which read
-Sorry for being annoying.
And a photo on my wall of my parents, mark, and me.
I realized at that moment I didn't want to die. I was being selfish. Mark needed me.
But it was too late and I took my last view of the world as my eyes drooped closed and my heart stopped beating.
The end
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How'd you guys like it? Sorry that its sad!!
This is the first story of a section I'm going to call little sister where there are different imagines told as the little sister of one of the boys.
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---ML
