HyoAe's POV

It was not long ago that I was sitting with SooRi unnie and my other friend Ellie watching videos on YouTube when I came across a recommended dance video of Super Junior, called Sorry Sorry.

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AAWqnA8PdcY- Super Junior -Sorry Sorry (Dance Version)

Myself and unnie knew she was a big fan of kpop and often , 'Haha, Super Junior?! What kind of name of a band is that?!'

"H-h-how could you say that?! I'm a proud ELF and always will be!" Ellie announced.

Myself and unnie glared at each other as we both grabbed our stomachs as we couldn't contain ourselves as I rolled to the ground with bursts of laughter.

"YOU ARE AN ELF YOU SAY? NO WONDER YOU ARE SUCH A MIDGET! TRY BEING A FAN OF A GROUP THAT CALLS THEIR FANS GIANT AND THEN MAYBE YOU WILL GROW!" SooRi unnie mocked whilst Ellie sulked with her back turned.

"You are lucky you guys are Korean! I would do anything to be Korean and go to Seoul!" Ellie declared.

You had to step in before Ellie became too emotional, "Alright, alright, did you guys finish practicing the new dance routine that Miss set us?"

"When is it due in? I have only learnt the first part?!" Ellie panicked.

"IN TWO DAYS! How are we going to have any possibility of being on stage if we are slacking like this?!" I stood up and threw a pillow to the ground, "AISH!!"

There are two things that angered me.

One, slacking in work and being too lazy.

Two, promise breakers.

Unnie held my fist shaking in anger, "HyoAe, remember Ellie has trouble remembering steps, just calm down, she is trying her best. You know she wants to go to do as well as we want to."
I released my fist as I remembered how Ellie wanted to be famous on stage so that she can prove to her mother that dance can be a career.

Although I was friends with Ellie, I still found it hard to trust her… or anybody else...

My parents were in Broadway, or so I was told.

I was told that my mum's singing was angelic and that was where I had mainly gotten my voice talent from.

Until one performance... my mum and dad did not return home to their 5 week old daughter...

What hurt me also was the fact that my auntie who was supposedly babysitting me whilst my parents were working, had heard of the news that my parents had been shot so she had stolen various expensive belongings and had fled.

Who knows? She could've been the one who had planned the shooting.

I was tossed to and fro from different relatives like a pass-the-parcel game.

Some people claimed that they weren't even related to me.

-flashback-

I was passed to a friend of my dad and her husband. It felt like home for a year as they gave my little toys and gifts and treated me with loving care.

-Okay. I admit I was easily won over. But hey every kid loved a few presents here and there right?-

One day had to be one of the best days of my childhood life.

When we went out to the park, dad's friend bent down in front of me and smiled, "You can call us mummy and daddy, ok?"

I gleamed with happiness. I was HAPPY.

However, that night I woke up at about 3am to hear 'mummy' and 'daddy' shouting in the kitchen downstairs. I pinched my nose as I went downstairs as  the strong smell of alcohol led from the front door to the kitchen.

-How could a man consume so much alcohol?-

I could hear a drunken man's voice it was 'daddy'.

I could hear 'mummy's' voice, "How could you gamble the last bit of money we had left?! Have you gone crazy?! We only have such an amount of money." she paused, "We promised to bring up HyoAe so that we could have her parents money..."

I couldn't hear properly so I walked closer toward the kitchen door.

"I've had enough of waiting we have been looking...after her for a year now! I want my money... I want loads of money! Now!" 'daddy' had burst into drunken laughter.

I heard plates and glasses smash.

I naively opened the door rubbing my eyes, "Mummy...daddy... why it is so loud in the kitchen?"

-Opening the kitchen door had to be the worst mistake of my life.-

"Here she is, the lil idiot..." 'daddy' grabbed my shoulders forcefully, "Where is your parents' money, hmm?"

'Mummy' tried to restrain 'daddy' from hurting me as he shook me violently, "Stop it! You'll hurt her!"

"Don't tell me you developed feelings for this piece of trash?!" he spat at 'mummy'. 

She looked at me and my endless tears with all but guilt in her eyes until she then released her grip on him and walked away.

"MUMMY! MUMMY! HELP!" I screamed at the top of lungs but no. She didn't look back ONCE she just left.

"WHERE IS IT? DO YOU NOT HEAR ME?" he shook me harder to get my attention and kept shouting continouslly.

I was scared so the only words that came out of my mouth were, "I...don't...know...daddy..."

He lifted me up suddenly and threw me over his shoulder...

He carried me upstairs, still drunk and wobbling to and fro as he opened the upstairs bathroom door...

He chucked me inside as I hit my head on the bath tub as he shut the door closed and locked it

"IF YOU, DON'T TELL ME WHERE THE MONEY IS THEN 'DADDY' WILL NEVER LET YOU OUT!"

I didn't know what to do.

I tried to open the door but it was hopeless.

I was sweating and sweating a lot.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

It wasn't sweat.

It was blood.

Although I was only 10 years old I knew I needed to do something otherwise I may get a far worse injury.

I felt faint and dizzy with the endless loss of blood... so I had to move fast...

I scanned the small bathroom thinking of possibilities of ways to unlock the door with something small... but after an hour of attempts nothing worked.

I looked through the window.

I was hopeless.

I looked out to see a family. A small child about 7 years old walking down the road joyfully having one hand held her the mother and one by her father. I began to question what would have happened if my parents were never shot. Would I have been happy like the family below?

What was HAPPINESS?

That was when I had one of the those cartoony lightbulb eureka moments. 

I put the potted plants from the window sill in the bathroom and onto the floor trying not to make a sound.

You opened the window as wide as you could and looked down to see tons and tons of bin bags.

"What are you doing in there?" I heard daddy a man shout.

I heard him hurriedly try and unlock the door with the key.

I had no choice... but to JUMP.

I clenched my fists...

I closed my eyes...

I bent my knees and leapt forward...

I didn't know when I would hit the bin bags and

I didn't know what would happen when hit the bin bags

However, all I could think of was the fact that I was alone, unloved and an orphan. I could never trust anyone's kind words or gestures.

I opened my eyes to the stench which seeped through the wound on my head, making it sting.

Everything felt blurry... until the pain had subsided along with your consciousness.

I opened my eyes to be in a care home all patched up. I couldn't feel the pain from the wound on my head but I was still hurt in my heart.

I was then forced to go to an arts school where I met SooRi unnie. She was different from the others but I felt intimidated by her because  she was so perfect in my eyes. She was friends with everyone and anyone who was with her always had a smile on their faces. I kept away though because I wanted to be ostracised from the happiness that had already been taken away from me.

-Yup. I hit a depression stage so young.-

Suddenly, she befriended me but I was still left with heartache. She would chase me after I wouldn't want to be filled with her jolly presence. I felt like there was this line between me and her and that I should never cross that line.

To my surprise I warmed up to her after 1 year.

I finally told SooRi unnie your past.

-Okay. I know what you are thinking, "Erm, I swear you said you wouldn't trust anyone?" Don't get me wrong but she was amazing and she was so persistent of taking me out of the small box I created in my heart. It's hard to not be friends with her!-

I flinched when I had finished telling her, expecting her to get angry at me.

However, she didn't do anything, she just stared at me.

I stared back at her to see tears pouring.

Honestly, I was confused.

She just hugged me and patted my back saying, "Everything is going to be okay, your unnie will look after you... call me unnie...I'll be your sister and you can meet my mummy and daddy who will look after you! I won't let you go through something like that ever!"

-end of flashback-

At the end of the day, I can't trust anyone.

Can you blame me?

On the other hand I have one person I can trust:

SooRi unnie.

(AN: I apologise for this serious part, I just wanted to emphasise the fact that she can't trust others because of her past of being an orphan. This will be the extent of my seriousness though mianhe~)