Chapter 8

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The Yellow file


Y/n's POV

11:40 pm

As I opened the thick yellow file, the paper in it.. soaked its major parts due to the continuous flow of my tears, blasting my lacrimal glands , going all the way through my heated and red cheeks and dashing the 'not-so-old' government pages attached in the dossier...


1:27 am

My eyes are swollen, they got so heavy  I cannot even open them..but i wanted to read every single word of  the record. I still can't belive  that  my family kept me away from this truth... okay forget my parents, but Jin.. I trusted him. I thought he told me every single thing about the family even though I suspected that Jin and my father were hiding something from me, i never thought that this shit will be so fucking crazy. i never expected things to turn out like this. For 16 years I was in the made up world with my family. I want to read all the documents..all the pages this shitty yellow file has but I have no more strenght  left to get hurt even more, cry even more.


3:59 am

It's more than 2 hours and I am just laying on the floor, with the first three pages of the dossier, my heart beat went 6x faster than usual, I almost had cardiac arrest. I'm still looking at that page.. trying to rear more..but its just pain what i'll get after that. I kept starring at the first document which said...


"Autopsy Reports' 

Name: Kim Han-ah                            Analysis: Murder.

Age: 41              Date of birth:  16 October, 1978. 

Nationality: South Korean.                         Death: 29th December, 2019.

Summary of the victim:  

The victim was a 41year old south-korean female, with no past medical history, only a few stiches on the hand due to regular cuts. As per the EMS, the patient arrived , half dead, police claiming no full proof evidence for the brutal attack on the female. Murderer, stabbed  5 times in the stomach, piercing the skin till the lungs, attacked 3 times in the mid-spinal cord, the voice box had been crushed with bare hands, 4 minor cuts on the right forearm, 2 deep cuts on the left wrist. Victim was not sexually assaulted .

The victim was not responding , hyper atrial fibrillation ; Cardioversion was given, still the patient was in an unconscious state..........

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4:15 am 

This is the only thing i've been reading since the whole night. My body got numb. I can feel that its not responding anymore. I can feel the heartbeat slowing down with every second pasts by. I can feel the blood getting still in my veins. I can feel all those stabs on my chest and my spine. I can feel all those cuts on my arm. I can feel how she felt. I can feel what my mother went through. I can feel her. But I cant feel that she is no more with me. I cannot get over the thought that she's dead. i met her last christmas. We went to the church together on 25th december. I cannot feel that it was my last winter with her. The last christmas. The last time I saw her. The last time I hugged her. The last time I got the mothers love. I loved her. I LOVE her i will always love her. Even though our parents separated when we were 6, we were still close to her. She was the only mother in our life. I miss her. 

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