They were at it again. 

The days were alright because he wasn't home.

The nights were the worst because bottles were thrown. 

Mom was always there to protect me

when Dad was too drunk to remember me

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Hi. My name is Yoon Hana.  I like writing poems because they take my mind off things. Being with Hansol also takes my mind off things. 

This is my life story. Part of it, at least. A huge part of it.

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I met Hansol at the playground when I was maybe 7 or 8. Dad came home intoxicated again, and sure enough, he started yelling at me for no reason. He also took out a belt from the coat hooks and hit me several times.  I could remember crying and screaming and My Mom coming to my rescue but I didn't feel the pain. Maybe it was because I was used to this trauma. 

Anyway, after that incident, I ran off to the playground to sit and maybe make some friends. I wasn't really sociable as a kid because Dad kept me locked away at home from the "brainless pesks" , which i now learnt was children, at the playground. The playground was empty though, so i was disappointed. I sat on the bench facing it. 

"Do those hurt?" A young voiced asked from beside me. I turned towards it. It was a boy. He had long, brown and wavy hair. He also had the biggest brown eyes. He looked at my bruises in concern. 

"They used to." I looked back at him. His eyes flickered like he suddenly remembered something. 

He bent down to my arm and placed a sloppy kiss on the scars, "My mommy always does this when I get hurt and it works." 

He smiled. 

And that's how i met Choi Hansol. 

A/N: Hello! Tricia here. Decided to write again because I got sudden inspiration. Raychul will continue her story and I'll write mine too! 

Enjoy!