08:05 A.M.
Tuesday, 1st December 2015.

Jung Whee-In's POV

I can't do it. I dropped the dull weapon. I bit my lower lip until it bled. I'm just a ing coward. I slowly fell back from the monster. I felt a little bit scatty as I staggered to the door. I locked it soon after I got out of the storeroom. "Help!" I heard a scream outside. It was close. I did nothing. I waited until the scream turned into a pathetic gasp. I strode to the couch and I quickly crashed down on it. I'm sleepy. "Hmm," I hummed to myself as I harshly let my eyes shut. I ignored the thudding on my front door. I ignored the tapping on my window. I ignored every cry for help. I can't help them, I'm just a pizza girl. I took out a cigarette from my pocket and I lit it up. I placed it in between my lips. I let out puffs of smoke into the air. I'm a prick. I could not put my parents out of their misery. I could only listen as my sister died. I'm feeling pretty ty. "No ."

To Be Continued