Home was a place that I wasn't very fond of. It wasn't a place where marks were carved into the wall displaying my height throughout the years. No. It was a place that had different blood stains from the horrific experiences I had experienced from birth until now.

Home to some people meant safety but for me it meant danger. For others family meant love but for me my father was something to fear and my mother was long gone now. She suffered from my father's wrath as well.

I would remain behind in her place. Trying to keep our small family alive and to protect my little sister from our inevitable fate.

On my mother's death bed she asked me to live on protecting my sister. So I did, my father never laid a hand on her.

When I was fourteen I almost gave up. I tried to take my own life. But I remembered what my mother told me. I couldn't die yet, I had a duty to protect my sister.

Most high school girls were focused on getting the attention of boys or making friends. Whereas I feared when I would get another scar like the many I already have.

School for me wasn't something I liked. I wasn't social, maybe it had something to do with my home situation. Maybe it didn't? Maybe I was just that type of person?

But I had no friends. I feared having someone rely on me. I would just disappoint them in the end.

Maybe that's why I felt confused whenever someone finally approached me. I wasn't scared of him. A guy with blonde almost white hair that faded into blue had approached me after school one day and I stood staring helplessly at the boy. He seemed familiar, like I had seen him once before.

What did he want?

His eyes met with mine and I instantly felt relieved. Somehow he had an eerie feeling about him but at the same time a feeling of relief was there. The dark brown eyes seemed deep like they were black holes I could get lost in. The more I stared into them the more familiar he seemed.

"Hello Miyeon." He spoke, his deep voice sounded so soothing that I didn't notice he had called me by my name.

"Hello." I replied glancing over his figure. He was dressed in all black.

"I'm Wonho." He smiled. "Follow me."

And I dumbly did. There was something about him. Something that screamed danger but I was in danger any where I went. So why not follow him?

We sat down at a local diner and I continued to stare at him. What was it about him that seemed so familiar?

The waitress came up to our table not even sparing a glance at Wonho. She stared at me with a smile.

"Can I get you anything?" She asked politely.

"No thank you." I smiled turning back to him.

Silence was all that remained. Was he not going to speak?

"Have we met before?" I finally asked.

He nodded. "A couple of times." He mumbled glancing out the window.

"When?" I followed his gaze outside, night was coming fast. I needed to hurry up and get home or else things could be worse than usual there.

He glanced back at me. "Once when you were fourteen and again when you were sixteen."

I look at him confused. Wouldn't I remember him then?

"Do you remember what I said last time we met?" He placed his hands on the table raising an eyebrow at me.

It had been so long since then. I was eighteen now and I've endured many beatings and tragic things since I was sixteen.

"I said," he leaned forward causing me to also lean forward. "That after our third meeting we'd only meet once more."

I swallowed. "Why?"

He sighed. "You have lived a very unfortunate life compared to most others. Usually I only meet them once."

Why does he meet them once? I was deeply confused.

He laughed a little. "I remember how hard-headed you used to be. It's sad to see how much your father's changed you."

How did he know about my father?

A warm smile formed on his face. "Your mother wanted me to tell you that it's okay to let go now. You no longer need to live for your sister's sake and to do what's best for you and move on."

My eyes widen. My mother said that? But that's impossible because she's dead?

He stood up. "You've grown a lot, Miyeon. It's a shame really."

What did he mean, 'it's a shame' and why was he changing the subject?

He came around the table and leaned down placing a kiss on my forehead before straightening up and backing up. A crack of thunder caused me to flinch and glance out the window.

Crap, it was about to storm. It was time to leave. I turned back around to say goodbye but Wonho was no longer in sight. I glanced around the room but he was gone, almost as if he vanished.

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I came home that night to find out Jiyeon, my little sister had moved in with my grandmother. She had left me here alone. Alone with my father's abuse.

Everyone left me in the end.

My father had just finished with me that night. I lied back against the closest wall glancing down at the bruises forming on my arms and the blood dripping down my torso from the large wound underneath my left . Tears still brimmed at the corners of my eyes, I didn't even try to hold them back anymore. It was pointless.

I shouldn't have left that diner, I should've followed Wonho wherever he had went. At least then I wouldn't be in this situation. I found the strength to let my hand move to touch my forehead where his lips had touched my skin early.

My eyes closed suddenly remembering the times we met before. He showed up whenever I needed him most. The time I tried to take my life whenever I fourteen. He was the one that convinced me to keep living. And again whenever I almost bled out from a wound to my stomach. He was always there when times got tough.

Life seemed much brighter whenever he was there even if he wasn't there for very long.

My hand dropped from its position of touching my forehead and it lied limply to the side of my body.

It's funny because the thing I feared the most now was dying alone, whenever yesterday I couldn't stand being around someone else.

My vision began to cloud up and I knew my time was up soon. I had held on for too long, it was time for me to move on. I no longer had to look after Jiyeon, I could let go. Just as I'm about to let go I felt something grip my hand.

"You ready?" Wonho's voice caused my eyes to slowly glance around in hopes of finding him. He was here, I wasn't alone.

Through my blurry vision I could see him dressed in all black, a dark cloak over his shoulders. He lifted the cloak up and over my form until all the pain was gone and so was everything else, allowing the darkness to take over.

It then became clear to me, who he was. He had come for me twice already but those two times I was blinded by my will to live for Jiyeon. It was my time now and I wouldn't fight it any longer.

Death came knocking twice, each time giving me a chance to live and all Life offered me was the chance to meet death.

A/N: I wrote this around Halloween last year. I've posted in already on my Vingle and Wattpad accounts!