Thunders roar and lightning strikes.
The cold breeze of the storm can't even calm my chaotic mind.
1 week.
1 week had already passed.
I'm receiving text messages and sometimes call from Seulgi, Donghyuck, and Mark, asking if I'm okay. I know, I'm being dramatic but I didn't send them any replies. I just don't know what to say.
I just want to be alone.
"Come on Cath, let's pack your bags you're going to school tomorrow." Mom entered my room carrying my bag as she started to put the things I needed.
"Leave them there Mom, I'll do it later." I let myself drown again while looking at the droplets of rain hitting my window.
Mom sighed.
She gently sat at my bed while caressing my hair.
"I don't know what happened but please Cath, be strong. You know me and your sister are always here for you. Always remember that." She smiled.
I smiled at her. It was something that I needed. I hugged her. Damn. It feels so nice. I just want to hear something like that. Words that can make me feel I'm with someone. That I'm not alone.
"Thanks Mom, I love you so much."
"I love you too sweetie, now pack your things, after dinner we'll give you a ride to you school." I nodded and started to fix my things.
I still don't want to face everyone but I need to this. I need to.
We're on our way now to school and Thank God the rain somehow stopped.
I was trying to sleep until I noticed that the car already stopped.
"Oh we're here already? That's Mom! Thanks Taeng! You should go home it's pretty late. Text me if you already arrived! Bye!" I kissed them both before heading out.
"Wait Cath! Tell us if anything is bothering you. Don't go home injured again!" I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah. Thank Sis." I said sarcastically.
The moment Mom and Taeng left, I closed my eyes. Trying to remember how this place suddenly becomes unfamiliar. Maybe I was gone too long?
I sigh.
I dragged my feet to the hallways that I've walked on almost half of my life.
As I walk inside our dorm, I can't help but look at the room beside mine. I panicked as I notice that the doorknob is suddenly grumbling.
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No Longer
Teen FictionShe was there. Standing at the middle of the stage with a single light above her. She was holding his mic with tears flooding her face. Audible sobs and shaking shoulders. She is broken.
