When I met them..

WIMT 1

“AISHH! SUCH A GOOD FOR NOTHING BRAT! ”She shout.

“I-I'm So sorry, mother... ”I said.

“Don't Mother-Mother me! I have my own son! ”

“B-but..  He got lost a long time ago... Why can't you love me like you do to oppa? ”

“You get my son back and then I'll call you my child! This is all your fault! Aish! ”

I try to hold my tears back as I head to my room after my painful discussion with my mother. I know what she's feeling, but why wont she just love me like before?!

I'm so tired.. I'd always try to commit suicide but I just don't know why I can't... I guess my father doesn't want me to hurt myself.

I laid down on my bed and started to stare at the ceiling.

“Father... Why did you leave us here.. We still need you... I, need you.. Mother doesn't love me anymore.. But I can handle, i still love her though.. Father, it hurts..” I cried silently as I slowly drifted to sleep.

“Oppa! Let's play! ”

“Ne, Cheonsa! I wanna play rock, paper and scissors.”

“Oh c'mon! Why always that? I want freeze tag. TAG you're it! ”

“Yah?! No Fair! Come back”

I ran around the park until oppa is slowing down

“Yah! Yah.. S-slow down... Too fast! ”

“Bleh bleh! I win! ”

“Hahha. Yes, Cheonsa. You win. ”

We were having a great time..

“I'll go buy icecream! ”

“Yey! Thanks oppa! ”

“I'll be back”

I waited for 1min..

5 mins..

30 mins....

1 hour...

“Oppa... You're scaring me.. please show up. ”

1 hour and 30mins...

“OPPA!!?? ”

I ran around the park to look for oppa.. but i couldn't find him..

I asked every elder but they didn't seem to notice.

So I ran back home to see.

“Mama! Is oppa there?? ”

“Why hon? Isn't he with you?! ”

I cried and attempted to go out once again... but mother grabbed my arm tightly.

“Where's my son!? Jae? You brat where is my son?! ”

“Mama... it hurts.. ”

“I don't care! You lost your brother! He is the one who resembles your father  very much! Urgh! He is the only memory of your father and then WHAT!? NOW ITS LIKE I LOST MY WORLD! I DONT WANNA SEE YOUR FACE!”

I cried... and ran up to my room...

*CRASH*

“M-mama..? ”

“Don't.. leave me alone! ”

“Yes.. mama.. But mama-”

*CRASH*

The vase...

“MAMA! IT-”

I woke up from my terrible nightmare and touched my right upper cheek. That's where the shard of the vase flew. It bled so hard that day... I cried so hard. Seeing blood is my weakness... So I most likely fainted that day.

The scar on my right cheek has so many terrible memories on it... but I try to forget about it.. 

I checked the clock to see...

8:12...

I jumped off my bed and head to the bathroom...

Im late for my class!