When darkness falls [exo & got7]

one

Before I would always get irritated by people asking me if I could speak Korean. Some people even started to talk to me in English, just to make sure I would understand them. Both my parents looked like foreigners, since my mother had family from New York, and dad from Denmark or something. And somehow both their families ended up in Korea, where they'd been living for a couple of decades now. And that did of course result in me looking let's say... different from the other ones. I had deep blue eyes and pale skin, as well as wavy, dark blonde hair that reached just below my shoulders. The others in Korea basically had just dark hair and eyes, obviously, while I came there all light and pale with double eyelids.

But I didn't really complain often, because my roots also gave me advantages. Through my childhood I've learned to speak both Korean and English fluently, and I don't easily disappear into the crowd, which can be good. Sometimes.

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"Jia!" I could hear a voice call from downstairs. My mother. Great.
"I will not get up!" I retorted, groaning. It was yet again Monday and time for school to start after the summer break. I'm really not a morning person. At all.

After a lot of complaining and cursing I finally dragged myself out of the bed and into the bathroom. I sighed a little as I looked at myself in the mirror. I wish I could just wake up feeling happy and energetic and then have perfect hair and everything. But currently my hair was a messy nest at the top of my head, because I didn't m sleep well at night. It's just great how anxiety attacks and everything can haunt you even while you're sleeping, right?

And before you judge, I wasn't fishing for attention or anything. But when I was 11 my father and older brother got killed - yes, killed - while I was walking with them. We were on our way home from my handball match. I remember being so proud, yet tired. It was late, because we went out to get ice cream to celebrate the victory.

Then as we were walking through a dark street, someone suddenly jumped out. I remember my father pushing me forward, telling me and my brother to run. My older brother, who was 16, decided to stay. He wanted to protect my father, sensing the danger. He really was a small version of my father. Both of them were the nicest and the most caring persons in the world.

I remember hearing shouts, threatening voices asking for money. My father didn't have any left, because he had used everything he had left for that week to spoil me and my brother. But upon hearing this the robbers got mad. Everything after that is a blur. I looked back and I saw my brother drop to the ground, something thick and dark staining his shirt. I remember hearing my fathers desperate cries as he shook my brother, trying to get him up on his feet again. I couldn't bear looking at it, so I turned, squeezing my eyes shut as I ran, hoping that it was all a dream. Then I heard a loud and sharp noise, followed by a loud thud. And then I knew that it wasn't a dream. I would never wake up from that.

And still, 7 years after, this haunted me. While I was awake, when I was asleep. Nothing could seem to take it away. But I stayed strong. I plastered on a smile, for my mother. She's all I had left.

I suddenly snapped back into reality as I felt something wet drip down my face. I took a deep breath as I wiped the tears with the hem of my sweater. I tried to shake the memory away, and just put in my earplugs, listening to music as I brushed my teeth and got ready for school.

Kkeuchi eomneun mystery
angae gateun memory

(An endless mystery, a foggy memory)

I sighed as I got lost in the music. It really did make me forget the world around me. I could get lost in it.

Numul seokkin bitsori
noe gwitgae sumsori

(The sound of the rain mixed with tears, the sound of your breath in my ears)