Amentia - K.NJ.

Epilogue

She had to pull herself out of the trailer, the sadness inside her gut swirling around. She couldn't take the sobbing and the tears anymore. She didn't feel like crying anymore. It had passed, but she knew her mother couldn't get over it every year, it taking too much of her soul away from the present.

She had to move to the next trailer to forget her mother's cries that escaped through the walls of the trailer. The sun was just starting to fade away into a sunset, clouds in the sky making the area glow a pink and purple. 

How beautiful could it even be while the grief swirled around her?

She couldn't stop moving; if she did, she knew she was going to collapse. A chill was curling down her spine from the harsh cold of the outside world, the winter being a bitter one. She hadn't seen a winter like that since he passed away. 

That winter was a cruel time. It was almost like it was mimicking everyone through the camp during that time. 

Her eyes drifted over to the forbidden trailer off in the distance. It was no longer used, the horror too much for her family to take. It was in the far corner of the living area, it being overpowered by the bushes and vines and ghostly figures that she thought she saw sometimes walk around it.

"Jinkyong, why are you out here?"

The girl turned around, meeting her uncle's oddly colored eyes. The concern in his face made her feel better, something that she hadn't felt all day. Despite how much horror that was represented through him, she saw past the translucent skin and veins that made his complexion green and blue.

"I couldn't stay in there much longer," Jinkyong answered to her uncle, a sad smile directed towards him. It was dead silent in the falling night, only the sound of branches rubbing together in the wind. "Mom . . ."

Her uncle made it over to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to pull her into a side hug. Jinkyong sighed, resting her head against the side of his chest. She always loved her uncle, even when he was acting. She knew who he truly was. She loved him with her whole heart and she knew he felt the same way.

"It is a sad day," her uncle said quietly, placing his head against the top of hers. "I think your mother feels something different, though, then the rest of us."

"She blames herself so much," Jinkyong whispered, the sorrow now starting to overpower her. Despite not remembering a lot of memories about him, she still felt some sort of connection to the situation. "She shouldn't. It's not her fault."

"I don't think she quite understands that, yet."

"It's been over ten years," Jinkyong said, pulling away to look at her uncle again. The tears were building behind her eyes. "Why does she still get so sad?"

Jinkyong's uncle's hand sat on her shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. "That was a stressful time in all of our lives. Especially since the news of Bora being born coming during that time."

Her sister. Her sister was six years younger than her, but she still felt some kind of special connection with her. Jinkyong always felt like the oldest sibling, but really it was him.

A tear dared to slip out of Jinkyong. She caught it quickly with her finger and sniffed a little to clear her sinuses. "Can I stay in your trailer tonight? I don't want to be around Mom for a couple of days."

"Of course," her uncle smiled at her. "If Bora wants to come, she can. I know she doesn't understand what's happening right now."

Jinkyong smiled up at her uncle, a warm feeling spreading through her chest. "Thanks, Uncle Taehyung. You're a lifesaver."