Black Feathers | M.YG

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"Hey," Soyoung exclaimed, I snapped awake.

"Here's the water you wanted." She placed the bottle of water on the tabletop. I sat up and reached to take a drink, my throat was burning with thirst.

Gulp-

Ah, so much better.

Soyoung dragged a chair over and sat down next to me. She smiled, but there seemed to be some sort of doubt in her mind.

She took a deep breath and leaned back on her chair. I relaxed onto the bed, the weight of me causing a squeak.

Bam—

The door swung open with a crash. I jolted, my heart stopped for a moment. I sat up abruptly and glanced at Soyoung seeing if she's okay.

Soyoung had a terrified expression on her face and was staring at the door. That expression quickly vanished and was replaced with a smile.

"Hey mom!" I slowly turned my head over and sure enough there she is.

Mom.

Ugh, calling her that makes me nauseous.

"You're here to visit Soyeon right?" Soyoung said happily.

How long has she been hiding from Soyoung?

...

Why am I hiding from Soyoung?

"Oh my gosh my daughter! Are you alright?" she faked. She rushed over to the bed at sat down on my bed. She grasped my hands and I flinched away.

You're only acting like this because Soyoung's here. You would never act this affectionate.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm great..." I mumbled. I stared at my hands and bit my lip to prevent rage from seeping out.

She started leaning in towards me with arms extended. I tried to back away but there was no where to move. I tensed up and held my breath.

She hugged me.

She hugged me.

I pushed her away. I let out a deep sigh.

"Sorry." I muttered. Her face now painted with frustration and annoyance. Then she plastered a fake smile.

"Soyoung, you'd probably need to leave now. You have more things to do right?" She gritted her teeth.

"No, not really." Soyoung stuttered.

"But I do need to go to the washroom though... I'll come back later. Bye mom! Bye Soyeon!" Soyoung waved and just head out the door, leaving me with the most evil person I know.

"Suits you right to be in the hospital." She snarled. Her face changed completely, now with the usual eyes of hatred.

"Excuse me?" I replied.

"You deserve to be in the hospital. Actually, deserve isn't the right word because what you really deserve is death." She snickered. As if saying your daughter deserves death is funny.

"And you're saying you don't?" I asked. I was scared, so scared.

She raised her hand at the angle to slap me. I shut my eyes waiting for impact. She stopped.

"I wouldn't slap you here when you are a recovering patient and if people see that, that wouldn't be good. I wouldn't be able to give you what you deserve in jail!" She laughed and backed away. She gathered her bag off the ground and turned to the door to leave.

"Psycho..." I muttered under my breath.

She whipped her head back and glared at me.