Kicked out
In the midst of the chaos, I found myself standing alone, my thoughts swirling around me like a tempest. They were tangible, almost solid, slowly morphing into droplets of rain that fell from the sky, each one a memory, a regret, a hope, or a dream. The world around me was a blur, but my thoughts were crystal clear, each one a poignant reminder of the storm within me.
Suddenly, a shrill voice cut through the silence, "Get out! And don't you dare come back until you two can muster up an apology!" My mother's voice echoed through the hallway, her eyes bulging with fury, threatening to burst out of their sockets at any moment.
I grimaced as the heavy doors slammed shut behind me, the sound reverberating through the empty street. "Great, just great! Because of your fuss, now I'm stuck outside with you, punk," Ye Sol grumbled, her arms crossed over her chest. She turned to face me, her eyes scanning me from head to toe before her lips curled into a sneer.
"Yeah, as if I did anything wrong. You were the one complaining. Just imagine if dad came home and saw you in this state. I can already picture the look on his face and your... well, let's just say it wouldn't be a pretty sight," I retorted, pulling out my dagger from my pocket. I turned my back to her, my gaze falling on the long path that lay ahead of us. "Oh, look, the rain has stopped," I murmured, the last of my thoughts finally falling to the ground, disappearing into the wet pavement.
"So, what's your plan?" I asked, turning towards Ye Sol. She was already engrossed in her phone, leaning nonchalantly against the large pillar. She didn't respond, but a broad smile spread across her face, her fingers dancing across the screen at an increasingly rapid pace. "Could she be texting her boyfriend?" I wondered to myself.
I shifted my gaze upwards, my eyes landing on the long pipe that was affixed to the pillar. Without a second thought, I began to scale it, my hands and feet finding purchase on the rough surface. Within a minute, I had ascended the pipe and found myself standing on the balcony, looking down at the world below. The cool night air brushed against my face.
The dagger was cold in my hand, its sharp edge biting into my palm. Blood welled up from the cut, dripping down my hand and falling from the balcony edge. Below, Ye Sol stood, oblivious to the danger overhead. As the rain began to fall again, the droplets of my blood mixed with the rain, creating a macabre shower of red rain.
Ye Sol, now drenched, squinted upwards, her eyes widening in horror as she realized what was happening. The red rain soaked her, the droplets of my blood staining her forehead. A scream ripped through the air, echoing off the surrounding buildings. "AHHH! WHAT THE HELL, HYUN! GET DOWN NOW!" Her voice was filled with a mix of fear and anger, but I could only offer her a grim smile in return.
The door swung open abruptly, and a hand shot out, grabbing Sol's arm and yanking her inside. "Mother instructed you to remain outside as a form of punishment!" a voice echoed from within, just before the door was slammed shut, leaving me alone in the cold.
"Why always me?" I mumbled under my breath, my cheeks puffing out in frustration. Blood was still dripping from my hand, staining the ground beneath me. I glanced at my wrist, then quickly wiped the blood on my shirt. With a determined look, I began to climb the balcony above, knocking on the window to get the attention of my siblings inside.
"You can't come in," my older brother began, his voice muffled through the glass. "If we let you in, she'll come in too." He finished his sentence by rolling down the blinds, blocking my view inside. As he did so, I could hear my mother's voice again, shrill and filled with anger.
"You didn't let him in, did you?" she asked, her voice echoing in the silent night.
"No, why would we?" my brother replied nonchalantly, his voice filled with indifference.
Hearing this, I jumped onto the roof, trying my best not to slip on the wet tiles. I dashed to the other side of the mansion, swung myself onto another balcony, and hung upside down, my head dangling just above the window. I reached out my hand and knocked on the glass, only to receive an instant reply. "NOT LETTING YOU IN, SORRY!" she yelled from inside.
"Ugh, why me?" I wondered aloud, my voice barely a whisper in the quiet night.
I've always been the outcast, the hated child, simply because I was different. Despite being only 10, I was treated like a 20-year-old, burdened with responsibilities and expectations far beyond my years. I looked older than my age, and the only person who showed me any kindness was my father, and even that was minimal.