06ㅣDiary
-
When I heard that, I thought it was a joke, but Min Yoongi's expression was serious, and while I was dumbfounded, Min Yoongi snatched the picture frame from my hand.
“…”
“Why, does it sound like I’m joking?”
“If I wanted to, I could kill you too, so think carefully.”
The thought of a murderer standing before me sent chills down my spine, terrifying me. It felt like Min Yoongi was going to kill me. Tears welled up in my eyes, and Min Yoongi's hand wiped them from my eyes as they rolled down my cheeks.
“Why are you crying? Are you scared?”
Suddenly, I became terrified of Min Yoongi, and I backed away more and more. Every time I backed away, he came closer. I stared at his eyes, placed my hand on the shelf next to me, and the scissors on top tore my palm.
But I was more afraid of Min Yoongi than of the pain, so I didn't have time to care about the wound, and even though blood was dripping from my hands, I didn't care and ran out of Min Yoongi's house with the old diary that was under the scissors.
"hey!!"
It felt like Min Yoongi was chasing me from behind, but I ran blindly, barely managing to shake him off and make it home. As soon as I got home, I sat down, as if the tension had eased, and only then did I feel the wound and pain on my palm.
Despite the dripping blood, I quickly opened the diary. A shocking story was written on the first page. Written in Min Yoongi's handwriting, the pages were stained with tears, and I slowly read each word.
2011.07.19
Today, my dad came home drunk again. He usually doesn't come home often, but today, he was drunk and thought I was home. He only came home when he was drunk, and he beat my mother every day. Today, he must have beaten her so hard that she's not breathing.
2011.07.22
My mother's funeral was over. My brother, whom she cherished, cried, begging to be excused from the funeral parlor, but I, who she hated, didn't care. My father, who killed my mother, didn't come to the funeral. He wasn't my father, but he seemed like a cruel man.
2013.06.13
Today, my brother came home from school and took out his anger on me as soon as he got home. I was beaten to the point of near death, and when my brother, who was so loved by everyone, suddenly attacked me, I got angry and pushed him away. Then, my brother hit his head on the table and collapsed, bleeding. He wasn't breathing.
My brother is dead. No one in this world knows I exist. So, can I pretend to be my brother now? Can I be loved by everyone?
Written ten years ago, the vocabulary was hard to believe it was written by a child. But this story was indeed Yoongi's. The sporadic interruptions made it difficult to understand the words, but I knew two things: Min Yoongi's past was not ordinary, and his emotional wounds were deep.