Taehyung: 11 August Year 22

After I turned around, I discovered small writing below the X. Someone had scratched the wall and wrote, “It’s not your fault.” It was her. I didn’t see her directly and didn’t know her handwriting, but I knew it was her. It was like our last goodbye. It’s like she was telling me, “I’m not leaving because of you. All the things that happened to you are not because you’re a bad person either. Because of that, don’t blame or torture yourself.” It seemed like it was telling me to have courage.

 

I snapped out of it in front of my house before I knew it. I heard my sister’s screams beyond the door. I swiftly swung open the door and went in. A familiar scene unfolded. I blocked my father. I grabbed his arm and stared straight into his face. At first, my father looked surprised but then he immediately swung his fist. I was knocked down again and again. My sister’s cries became louder. My jaw hurt. The smell of rusty iron came from inside my mouth. Even still, I didn’t give up. I clung to the waist of my father’s trousers. My father yelled in an angry voice. Merciless blows poured down on my back and shoulders, but the more it happened the tighter I held onto my father. 

 

It wasn’t that it didn’t hurt. It wasn’t that I wasn’t scared. But if my hands let go, the same cycle will be repeated. I wanted it to be different. I wanted it to change.

 

“I hate this. I’m different from you. I’ll be the one to protect our family.”

 

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