Mi Ok's POV 

My mother brought me up to my old room and helped me take my stuff out. 
Nothings really changed here at all, everything is still in it's spot. I wander around my room to take a glance at everything. I lightly touch the books on the shelves and the photoalbums I had. There were even still the pictures of me with my old friends taped on the wall. 

"Umma..." I quietly uttered out 
"Hmmm honey" she replies back 

"Do they still live around here?" I ask.
My mom turns to me and sees me looking at the pictures and she nodds her head.

"Chincha!?" She nodds.
 

I smiled for a moment but then it slowly became a frown. Wait...What if they don't want to see me, and are still afraid of me.
 

 I walk out of the room and headed to the bathroom. I locked the bathroom door behind me and looked at myself in the mirror. I touch my face gently, and then slowly go down to my waist area. I carefully lifted up my shirt...
There it is...
The scar is still there, liked it just happened yesterday.

*4 months ago*
"STOP!!! Get away from me" I screeched out, as the man gets closer to me with the knife in his hands. I panick and didn't know what to do.

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