Easily Broken| Chanyeol ✔

Dark past🖤

Hey my name is jung mi sun and I am a depressed person, everything once was  perfect but everything slowly started to fall, I was born in 2001 which means I am 17 and i am in my last year of high school and it sucks. I am part Korean and part American because my mom was American and my dad Korean, I was born in Japan which is my favorite place in the fucking world, but unfortunately when I was born we moved to Korean because dad had to work, I was not an only child I had a sister which was older than me, she was beautiful and supportive we would always play with dolls and laugh and she would help me when I had trouble in school but when I was 5  a car hit her and she was badly injured, I cried a lot when they told me she had an accident, we went immediately to the hospital and when we entered the doctors told my parents something but I didn't hear and they wouldn't tell me but I knew something was wrong, I would always visit her and we would laugh and talk, but one day my parents didn't wanna take me, I was so worried and sad that I cried for hours I even cried in school, when weeks passed I would ask my parents if my sister was okay but they wouldn't say anything until my mom took me to her room and told me she had died a week ago but they didn't wanna tell me, I quickly ran out and went to my room, I couldn't believe my favorite person in the world, my saviour, my best friend, my evething had died, I was completely devastated and mad at my parents for not telling  me. 3 years pasted and I was 8 still couldn't forget her and would sometimes cry thinking of it, me and my parents tried to act like we used to but we knew deep inside that it was never going to be the same without her, me and my parents were really close at that age and of course more with my mom, I also started to get bullied at school and learned that the world is a cold place, my mom would always tell me to be myself and never let anyone bring me down, of course I was proud that I had such a good mom and loved her a lot, she would help with homework and my bullying problems by telling me that it was all gonna get better, I still think of that today and does it really mom. A year passed and I was 9 and started cursing and getting into fights with the people that bullied me, my parents were honestly concerned at this point but I ignored it, my mom worked everyday and always came back late. Until one day she never came home,me and my dad were worried but we got a call from the hospital saying she had a bad car crash and was injured badly, we ended the call and went rushing to the hospital, when we got there the doctors talked to my dad but my dad didn't let me hear, I started having flash backs I thought what if she died like my sister, is she okay, why doesn't my dad let me hear, suddenly tears started coming out of my eyes, my dad quickly came and huged me and said that everything was gonna be fine. We would come everyday and I would read her the story that she loved,  my dad never told me news but I trusted my dad, one day in the hospital I was reading her the story and she started to have a panic attack and moving in the bed, without a reflex a pressed the emergency button and doctors started coming suddenly my dad grabbed my hand and took me out of the hospital, I was crying, was she okay, are the doctors gonna help her, is she gonna die, that was all I could think about, the next day I asked my dad if we could go see her and he said that we would never be able to see her again, she is in a better place was what he said before going to work that night. I was still in shook and tears started pouring out of my eyes I quickly went to my room and hugged my pillow while crying in it, I quickly fell asleep, the next day I didn't even wanna go to school knowing that I was gonna start getting bullied again. I started growing up and so did my dad,  we would always celebrate birthdays but when my mom died my dad started to come home late drunk and I wouldn't come out of my room,  he would always drink and tell me horrible this "why do you exist",  " You don't deserve to live",  "your mom died because of you", I was dying painfully and softly, In school I would always get bullied by the big boob hoes and in my house my dad would sometimes get so drunk he would hit me or punch me I always tried to stay away when he was drunk,.  I was 15 and started cutting my self because I was too afraid to kill my self, I got more bullied and started getting addictions I couldn't stop cutting myself, I had bruises and cuttings all over my body, I always loved dancing so I stole some money from my dad  and bought my self a small but comfortable dance studio it was great cuz I could used it for staying there when I was too scared to go home. I started smoking which actually helped me relieve. My dad and me never had a normal conversation sense then. I am weak and pathetic and I get Easily Broken. 🖤