When "Hello" Isn't Enough

my friend wanted me to post her story, too, so...
original: http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/363240


7. It Was Just a Dream


 "What the hell is your problem!?" He yelled from downstairs, waking me up. I heard him storm up the stairs and my body tensed.

The door flew open and he came over to me. He curled his hand into a fist and punched me hard in the stomach.

"Do you think I'm fucking stupid!?" He punched me again. "You think I wouldn't know what you did!?"

I didn't do anything, but Oppa always makes things up in his head so he has an excuse to beat me.

He raised his hand to hit me in the face, but I covered myself with my arms. That was a bad idea. He noticed the scars on my wrists and he was infuriated. He held me by the wrist so tight that I could feel my hand going numb.

"What is this?" He growled. I bit my lip to try fighting the tears. "You want to hurt yourself? I'll give you a reason to!"

"O-Oppa, please!" I begged, only to earn a hard slap on the side of my head. It made my ears ring.

"Shut the fuck up, you slut or I'll slit your throat," he threatened. He pulled me downstairs and into the kitchen. Then he took a knife off the rack and pressed it against my stomach.

"Oppa, p-please don't..." I whimpered.

"Why? You want your body to be decorated with scars, so what's wrong with this?" He snarled and dragged the knife along my stomach. I tried to get away, but that just made the cut longer and deeper.

I cried out in pain. "Stop it!"

"Don't you like this? Don't you want these ugly scars?" He dropped the knife onto the floor and let me go. "Clean this mess up."

I placed my hand on the wound. When I brought it back up, it was covered in blood. I grabbed a towel and held it tight against the cut. 

"You could've at least went deeper and killed me," I mumbled under my breath. "You would've saved me the time..."

It didn't look bad enough that I would need stitches. He would never go that far since he doesn't want to get in trouble. I put a few bandages and cotton patches over it and tried to go back to bed, but the pain had me tossing and turning the rest of the night.

~Siwoo's POV~

"Taemin, I miss you," an angelic voice said.

"Umma?" I called. A bright light shined ahead of me. There was a silhouette of someone standing there.

"Come to me, Taemin," she continued.

I walked to her slowly and her face was now visible.

"It is you," I smiled and hugged her tight. "I miss you so much, Umma."

I looked up at her and she gave me her soft smile. "Taemin-ah, you have to go."   "Go where?" I wondered.    "To save her," she answered.

"Save who?" Then her face started to change. "Umma, don't go!"

Now she was... Haneul? Why Haneul?

"Siwoo, help me..." She pleaded in a sickly voice. I backed away from her, but she stumbled after me. "Please..."

She reached her arms out for me. I saw scars, burns and blood all over them.

"G-get away from me," I panicked. 

"Please..." She kept begging. "Please!"

She lunged towards me and everything went black.

I woke up in a cold sweat and breathing heavy. 

"Calm down. It was just a dream," I assured myself. "Probably from the withdrawl..."

I laid my head back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. I don't want to go back to sleep and have another bad dream. The problem was that I needed more drugs, but I didn't have any money.

I went into the bathroom and searched through the medicine cabinet to find the painkillers. I took a few of them, hoping that it would be enough until I got more.  


"Are you okay?" Ray asked. "Your hands are shaking a lot."

"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied. Ray knew it, too. He knows everything that's wrong with me.

"Okay," he said, acting like he didn't know I was lying. "If you need anything, just call."

I nodded and we both went our separate ways. 

Haneul was alone in class again. I hope she's okay after she passed out yesterday. I also noticed how quiet she always is. She looks sad most of the time, too.

"Hi, Haneul," I greeted quietly. She didn't respond. "I'm sorry about yesterday. I'm sorry if we scared you."

"It's okay," she assured.

"If you don't mind me asking, why did you pass out?"

"I was just tired. I'm fine."

I also realized that the room and really warm, but she was wearing a long sleeved shirt and a jacket. "How are you comfortable wearing all that?"

Huh, weird. This is the longest I've ever spoken to someone besides Ray.

"I like it," she answered. She hasn't looked up from the desk the entire time.

I ended the conversation there since I had nothing else to say. She was probably also uncomfortable talking to me.

A few minutes of an awkward silence passed before other people started coming into class.

"Siwoo?" She whispered. "Why did you talk to me?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I like it."

I hope that didn't creep her out even more...

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