Chương 1: 1// Childhood
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ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ
ⁿᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ
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painting.
stroke by stroke I recreated my pain. broken sigils littered the walls of the hell hole I lived in for eleven years. treated a monster, a second class citizen.
nothing I could do would ever atone for the things I've done... for simply being in my parents eyes.
the violet rings around my eyes shone within the dim light as yet another sigil was painted onto my wall.
I should run away, there's nothing left for me here... but it's the sigils on these very walls that protect me, even now that my stomach aches with three day old hunger.
time ticked away slowly.
tick. tock. tick. tock.
ticking and tocking as my brain was overwhelmed with anxiety.
my father would be home soon... and there would be no hyung to spare me this time.
hyung was now away at college, and the thought alone sent a chill through my bones... he left me alone... with him.
the clock struck nine.
the loud chime from the old grandfather clock echoed through the house, causing me to freeze.
any second, any moment...
anytime.
and I hadn't painted enough sigils to keep him out another day.
my hands shook as I set down the brush, trembling I backed away from my door, letting a single tear fall.
why did you leave me hyung?
I heard the turning of a lock, the sickening click as the chambers clicked into place, the creak as the door opened.
I could hear the heavy footsteps, climbing the stairs.
I waited.
and waited.
and waited.
the moment never came.
quietly, I tip toed over to my door, slowly opening it to look down the hall.
I saw my father on his knees, tears trailing down his face.
"father?"
his head shot up in sudden anger," leave,"
"w-what?"
"ever since you came into our lives, you have been nothing but trouble!!! pack your shit and leave!!! IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU SHE'S GONE!!!"
"what do you-"
"SEE THAT STUPID SHIT ON YOUR WALL!?!"
"da-"
"ONE OF YOUR SHIT ASS MARKS WERE ON HER WINDSHEILD!!! YOU FUCKING KILLED HER!!!!"
"father I swear-"
"wait until woojin finds out!!! HE WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!!!"
no...
not hyung...
I...
I can't stay to see him hate me...
not now...
not ever.
so I ran.
picking up a small bag filled with clothes, I booked it out of the house.
I didn't care about the fact my lips was busted, nor the pain in my lower back... I needed to get away... to escape the encounter of my disappointed hyung.
I killed her...
I killed my own mother.
I kept running, I ran until I reached the far outskirts of the city. I couldn't live like this... I hurt my hyung.
I stopped at a treeline, collapsing at the base of a tree, curling into a ball, I let go and I cried.
years of frustration swirling into nothing but agony and pure hatred.
I hated my father. I hated my mother. I hated my race!!!
I hated being an inmortal.
I hated my hair, my skin, my height.
most of all?
...
I hated my eyes.
the cursed purple ring around the iris, marking me as inhuman. I hated everything that had to do with my entire being, I hated the air I was breathing, everything I saw...
I hated it.
I just wanted it to end, my chest heaved as my tears never stopped flowing. there was so much pain, so much anxiety behind the fact I was truly alone now, that the weight of it practically suffocated me now.
but as all things do, it came to an end. no panic, so sorrow in that moment... just the unyielding weight of nothingness.
I was numb.
I sat against the base of the tree, staring up at the stars, long past the dead of night, wondering where I went wrong.
is being a witch that bad? am I really that evil?
I didn't know... I didn't think I'd ever know... but I knew one thing...
I couldn't give up.
no matter how much it hurts...
I had to continue living on...
if not for myself, then for the family that went beyond. for my family that died in that house fire when I was five.
for mona, my sweet elder sister.
and junho, my baby brother, who never lived past the age of three.
I owe it to them, to continue living this life until it becomes my time... to live and experience the things they never will.
I owe it to my family... the ones who live amongst the stars.
"I'll be okay mona, I'll stay strong for you and junho,"
and with those words...
I fell asleep.
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𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎:
𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝... 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗.
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