Why So Lonely? || Minsung 1/3 ✔️

20

Before I knew it, my mom had gotten home. I, of course, was in my room reading a book. It was a suspenseful book called The Night Of. My mom had gotten it for me after seeing that it was only 99 cents at the book store.

It wasn't about ghosts or anything thriller, more of a sad story of a murder. I was on chapter 14, where the boy is finally coming home after visiting a friend.

I anxiously zone into the book, sitting cross-legged on my bed with my curtains closed and lamp on due to the time. My mind was filled with questions about the future events, barely distracting me from what was currently happening.

"Jisung!" my mom calls, causing me to jump and almost lose my book place from flailing the fragile, old paper book around.

"What?!" I yell back, upset that I was pulled away from the book I was extremely into.

"Come come child!" She yells back, making me groan. I flop face first into my mattress before yelling a 'coming' and standing up.

"Yes?" I question, leaning forward on the kitchen counter with my elbows.

"Okay, your father isn't coming home this weekend, so I thought we could go see a movie Saturday."

"Wait, what? Again?" I ask, immediately straightening my figure. "I haven't seen him for five hours straight in four weeks. Why the hell is he skipping this weekend again?"

"Jisung, language. Don't get mad at me for sharing information. He has work, you know-"

"Yeah, all he does is work, Ma. It's ridiculous! He can't even come home to see his family! It's like he hates us! This is the reason why-!"

"Han Jisung, lower your voice now," she says in a threatening tone.

I realize that I had been yelling. Also bringing up him. My expression softens while tears slowly build in my eyes.

Enough crying, Jisung. Stop it.

I lash away, stomping up on the stairs and slamming my bedroom door. Sliding down the wooden barrier, I rest my head on my knees.

I don't pick up the book the rest of the night. I sit there, softly breathing while guilt pools in my chest from yelling at her. It's not her fault. She's in pain, too. You know this, Jisung.

Hesitantly, I stand up and open the door, seeing that the lower house lights were off. I creep quietly to her room, knocking on the door softly.

"Come in," a slightly muffled voice says, having me twist the knob and open the door.

"I-I'm sorry, mom," I say, not looking at her. Abruptly, I feel her arms snake around my body and I begin to cry into her shoulder. "Why can't our family just be n-normal? Why did he have to leave?"

"I don't know, baby. I wish I could just take you and leave. You don't deserve this," she sighs.

"Neither do you."

After ten minutes of standing there, I say, "let's go to a movie Saturday and get some dinner."

"Sounds good, honey. Go to bed, I know you're tired," she responds. I nod, kissing her cheek goodnight and walking back to my room.

I put my book in my nightstand drawer and crawl into bed. I hadn't eaten. Neither did she. That was the earliest I've ever gone to bed in awhile.

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