07:55 A.M.
Tuesday, 1st December 2015.

Jung Whee-In's POV

I stood still in the middle of the room. Soo. Soo. Soo. I might lost her too. I lost everything. I was helpless. I was hopeless. I felt jerks on my arm. The monster approached me again. "," I hissed furiously as I clasped its jaw and I cruelly snatched it off it. It's not my mother. I reminded myself. I then cried in agony as I flipped everything upside down. I heaved the cage with the remains of Ggomo. I took my bat and I crushed the pool table with it. I began to pant as I threw an old chair into the wall. It broke into pieces. Ha. Ha. I gasped for air while I picked up its broken leg. I reached the monster. My mutilated father. I held it above it. "You're not my father," I babbled in a soft whisper. It's not him. It gradually became a silent chant in my head. It tugged my shirt as it growled heavily. "Mom, dad, Soo, Ggomo, forgive me."

To Be Continued