𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 | 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤

fourteen

Y/N's POV

I started screaming at the top of my lungs. Jumping on my bed. Pulling my hair. I fell on the bed and took a pillow.

"What have I gotten myself into?!" I kept repeating the [ love ] scenario on my head.

"Jihee..why do you look like me.." I wiped the sweat that was on my forehead.

"I don't want to act and be you anymore..."

"I want to be normal again.."

"I want to be myself not you..but.."

"Why do I feel like a replacement for you??"

I closed my eyes and wiped my tears with my wrist.

"I should have not been to that stupid cafe.." I clenched my fist and closed my eyes even tighter.

"Y/n ah! You okay?" Aunt Jennie came in and looked at me, worried.

"I hate...her." I sobbed.

"Her...?"

"Yes..I hate her...I hate Jihee." I sighed.

She hugged me while I continue crying on her shoulder.

After a few minutes, she let go.

"I'll go out for a while..you think you can stay here?" She said with a concerned voice and I nodded.

With that, she gave me one last hug and left.

I quickly took my wallet, phone, and a small bag. I wore an oversized hoodie and sweat pants. In addition, A cap, and a mask.

"I can't stay here.." I mumbled.

"What if those crazy stalkers do some serious stalking on me since I look like that lil girl?"

"What if they break into the house??"

"What if they...hurt Aunt Jennie??"

"I can't just spend my whole life in this house.."

"I have to leave.."