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SLAP!

 

 

You fell onto the floor, your cheek hurting as hell, tears all over your face again...

 

 

"When are you going to learn?!" a furious woman yell at you.

 

She was dress in designer clothes, high heel that made that "Cick" sound with every step, nails perfectly done and a glare in her face.

 

 

"Tell me!" she shouted again "How many time I have to teach you a lesson? If I tell you to do something you do it WITHOUT THINKING!" this time she grabbed you by the hair making you held a shout of pain.

 

With the years you had learn to not say anything, every time you said something she hit you, every time you wanted to say anything anyone would shush you, to others you had no right to give your opinion…

 

So you stared at her, waiting for another slap

 

“Aish, you stupid girl” finally she let go of you pushing you again, your wrist hurt at that moment.

 

‘great, another sprain wrist’ you thought while holding it.

 

Your mother went up the stairs and into her room, you looked at her.

 

You hated her, a lot...

 

Ever since you were adopted she treated you as a slave.

 

For you she was never a mother, you never had one and you had learn to live with it.

 

Always by yourself, you had get used to the fact that no one loved you, not your parents, not your foster parents, you had no friends, no one.

 

 

 

 

Going through the hallways of the house you arrived at your room… a small room next to the kitchen

 

Your bed, a lamp and a shelf was all that you had, it’s not like you had to much clothes or decoration

 

Anyway, it was useless ¿Photos? No way there was nothing you wanted to remember

 

Every day you would wake up, looking at the ceiling you thought how much time you would live like this. At this point you had no hopes, ¿Who would help you anyway?

 

 

Tears…

 

 

It was always like that, in front of the world you didn’t show any emotions, just like a shadow

 

But when you were alone, you cried, Hard…

 

For everything and nothing at the same time, ‘It’s stupid’ you thought ‘crying here won’t make anything better’. But you couldn’t do anything

 

 

*Clock* *Clock*

 

The living room clock sound, it was already 12 Pm

 

‘Ugh! Insomnia again’

 

 

Frustrated you went out of your room to the main entrance, putting on your shoes you went out

 

Every time you couldn’t sleep you did this…

 

After walking a few blocks away you arrived at the park

 

It was a big park located in the neighborhood, on the background a hill could be seen

 

Already on the top, you sat down in the only bench, and looked at the view

 

 

Everything seem so calm, so peaceful, it made you feel a Little better

 

‘If I’m not wanted, why I’m still here?’ always the same question

 

Time passed by and the dawn came, slowly houses, people and cars could be seeing, but none of them approach the park.   

 

‘I should die, they won’t even notice…’ but you didn’t had the courage.

 

Angry you grabbed your hair pulling it, growling

 

“AGHH!”

 

 

“Don’t do that” a hand suddenly stop you, it felt warm “you don’t want to end without hair, do you?”

 

Looking back you saw a man, his caramel hair was slightly long with side bangs, his eyes were brown when you looked at them you felt strangely… calm, he had a nice eye-smile, sharp nose and pink lips curved in a smile, showing a dimple…

 

Stunned, you give him a look. It was the first time that someone had talk to you in a nice way

 

He kindly dropped your hand and started walking

 

‘He’s leaving’ you thought, but to your surprise he when around the bench and sat next to you

 

“I’m Leeteuk” he said looking at the scenery “Nice to meet you Miyeon…”