Red Bloody Rose || KTH Fanfic ✓

{ Chapter 2 }

Then pt. 2

Several days have passed and my parents weren't home yet. I have tried to call both of them many times but they never took it. It went on voicemail without even hesitate to call. I was extremely worried and didn't know what to do. I have been unconcentrated in school and even my teacher have noticed it and asked if anything was wrong, but I just answered: "I'm completely fine, I'm just a little tired it's all". Lilly also noticed it and began asking again and again, but I just kept refusing her questions. I don't want her to be worried too.

"Come on! Take it!", I shouted out in frustration, but no one answered my call. I sighed angrily and began to play the piano it always calmed me down. My mood was totally ruined, but as I began playing, I got a little happier.

I played in a while then my phone began ringing. I got the biggest shock ever and quickly grabbed the phone. "Unknown number", I whispered to myself 'What?' I answered: "Hello?"

'Is this miss Yi Ace?', the voice questioned.

It was definitely not one who daily spoked English. "Yes", I answered back.

'I'm truly sorry, but I need to inform you that your parents aren't available to get back from Korea. They were in a car crash some days ago, and they both ended up passing away', the voice said.

I was completely mouthless. I didn't know what to say or react.

'I'm so sorry my dear. I got a message from your uncle that he would contact you within a few days. Goodbye', the voice said as the last word and interrupted the connection.

I think I dropped my mobile cause some seconds later I heard something crashing against the floor. 'No! It can't be true!' I thought. I felt something warm and wet streaming down my cheeks, tears. I never cry, even if I got injured. I felt my heart get frozen and then get crushed into a million pieces. My tears began turning into hard sobs. I couldn't stop crying it felt as I just have been holding all my tears from my whole life to be cried out now. I rested my head on the piano while my tears flowed down between the piano's keys. "This can't happen", I whispered between my sobs. They meant the world to me, and now they're gone. Dead. Every little memory I got with them kept driving like a little movie in my head. I cried all my tears out until I got nothing back. I just kept laying my head on the now wet piano keys. 

And then I got up and went down to the garden. I found the most beautiful Blood red rose and picked it up. I got indoor again and got a wase for it. Then I placed the rose on the top of the piano and just kept starred on it. 'Think about love as a rose. A rose has pure beauty but it can easily hurt you with its sharp thorns', I thought. 

I heard the front door slam. I almost didn't notice it until I heard someone shout my name. I ignored it. "There you are!", I heard my uncle speak in Korean. Yes, you heard right, my uncle is Korean. Actually, both of my parents were Korean which also mean I'm Korean. The only reason we moved from Korea was that of my parents business. But that also meant that I easily could talk Korean. "Come on! Get your lazy ass up and pack your thing. Our plane goes in two hours!", he yelled and then left the room.

I slowly raised my body and got up in my room to pack my thing. I didn't have the mood to say against him, so I just quickly got all of my most important things and went down to my uncle's car. I took a look back at the still beautiful house. 'I will miss this place', I thought and again a little tear rolled down my chin. "Come on, get into the car before the house will get haunted!", my uncle yelled from the driver's seat. I quickly jumped into the car, not hesitated to get my uncle even angrier at me.

The whole car ride my uncle said nothing. But that didn't mind, because I had my thoughts another place. My parents.

Finally, we reached the airport just in time. My uncle cursed the whole way to the ticket entrance because we almost didn't reach the plane. I just stayed quiet. It was only at the last 10 minutes of the flight I asked my uncle about we could buy me a new phone and he just nodded a response. I had a bad feeling about I even didn't say anything to my best friend about I was moving.

Luckily the airport wasn't too long away from my uncle's house so we shouldn't drive for so long. My uncle's house lay on the outskirts of a larger city. It was a little house because he lived alone. When we reached the house the first he said was which room I got, and of course, it was the smallest of them all, but I didn't care. The only good thing about the room was the little window. It was completely dark outdoor. I sighed 'How am I supposed to survive this?' I thought to my self.

The following days I didn't have the appetite of eating any food. My uncle was very angry at me and threatened to throw me out if I didn't eat anything. But I didn't care and continued refusing any form for food. "If you're not going to eat anything, I will not buy you a new phone", my uncle said to me a day we said with the table and eating dinner. I looked up at him, nodded and began eating my food. I really wanted to talk to my best friend again. I missed her.

A day my uncle got home from work with a new phone for me. It wasn't a very expensive one, but that didn't matter. The first thing I did when I got it started, was to call my best friend Lilly. I was so excited to hear her voice again. The phone called one time without any answered. My hope was almost gone at the fourth try, but at the fifth try, someone answered. 'Hello?', I heard her sweet voice said that actually made me smile. "Hi, it's me Ace", I said still smiling all over my face. It got quiet at the other end of the call. I started to get nervous. "Hello?", I said again. 'Don't you dare to talk to me again!', and then she hung up. I looked down with a confused facial expression on my phone there showed a red phone icon. 'That must be a misunderstanding', I thought and began calling her again. The phone went straight over on voicemail: "Call me sooner unless you are named Yi Ace, I don't want to talk to that brat!". 'She really doesn't want to talk to me'. I could feel the tears brimming in my eyes. 'What have I done to her?' And now tears were floating down my cheeks I couldn't hold it out. 'I also lost my best friend'.