Seungyoon POV

Walking towards the grave yard, I felt a sense of calmness. Standing in front of mothers tomb, I crouched down and removed the vines that seemed to swallow the grave.

Beloved Kim SoHee born on 9th of January 1973 – died on 23 July 2006

The cries and whimpers of mother every nights, kept me awake till one day she couldn’t bear the thought of knowing that her beloved husband was cheating on her with other women.

‘All of this is fathers fault, if he just stayed loyal to mother. She would be here and not six feet under’ I thought bitterly

-Backflash-

“Umma umma I’m home. I got an award for getting an award in music class for playing the guitar”

Hearing no response, Seungyoon ran towards his parents’ bedroom. The image of his mother’s lifeless eyes starred into his as she lay there unresponsively.

Backing away from my mother’s body, I notice blood smeared all over my white school shirt

Screaming I grab her body “Umma, umma wake up, UMMA UMMA WAKE UP”

 “Help me, my mommy needs help. Somebody please help me”

Running towards the telephone, I called the only number I memorised

“appa, appa mothers not waking up. Appa, come and help umma there is blood everywhe-" the phone line suddenly ends

-Flashback Ends-

Shaking my head of the nightmare that plays in my mind like a broken disk, I place my head on the soil that covers my deceased mother’s body. Being this close to Umma makes me feel as she’s standing beside me and consoling my nightmare like she did when I was a young boy. Now it’s the anxiety and depression that consoles my nightmare, guiding me to the path of insanity. Feeling as if I can’t handle my burdens, my body jolts down, shutting down. Detaching myself from my emotions has created a shell of who I was. The child, who was once full of dreams and happ