You sat in the café waiting for your friend to show up. He was incredibly late for your date. You sighed as you got up with your coffee and left the building. Looking at your purse, you tried to find your phone. You called your other phone that you had gotten for you dear friend.
"Hello?" asked a male with a deep voice that was smooth and silky.
You were confused at the voice that was on the other line. You frowned your brows in confusion.
"Hello? If you're not going to answer than it must not be important."
"Oh my. Dear god, I'm terribly sorry. I was in shock. I'm sorry, I must have called the wrong number. I was sure this was my friend's number. I'm really sorry sir. I didn't mean to interrupt you at all. Well, have a nice day," you said hanging up the phone. You sighed as you could only think of what could have happened to him.
"Hey there," said a guy. That didn't hold your interest. When you looked at him you just rolled your eyes at the man. "Come on, don't be like that."
"(Name)! Wait up!" yelled a voice that was sweet and almost sickly.
"Now that I would hit," said the man.
"Now will you meet the guy that I will be singing with during the festival?"
"I will if you'll stop pestering me about everything."
"I promise."
"Then I will meet him at the festival. Right now, I need to go. My friend ditched me. Do I'm not in the mood. Then some guy answered the phone. And it wasn't the wrong number. I just need to be alone for a couple of days. So I'll see you around," you said fuming waving goodbye to your friend.
You walked home, not knowing your best friend was never to be seen again. You looked at yourself in the mirror. Your tired eyes looked at your perfect hourglass figure. Your perfect body, that any girl would die for. All you could seem to see was all the bad that has happen to this person. You saw the scares that lined your arms. The cuts that were still seen fresh on your thighs.
You had chronicle depression. You had to take pills. But you wouldn't sometimes, that was only because you had a major crush on your best friend. He was there for you and you him. But you never held these feelings at first.
You had been friends since the first grade. You were playing with your friends. But you saw a boy being beat by the other guys. You were the cute girl that no one could say no to. You ran over to his aid. Stopping them caused you to hang around him more often and get to know him. Sure you seemed like a happy girl, but in reality you were being hurt at home. Your mother never wanted you and they were trying to get rid of you. They tried to drown you in the tub, throw you into a lion's den at the zoo. There were many more but people stopped them.
They had lived you at one point when you were just an infant. Or they would have killed you then. They must have loved you. You knew they had to. You thought that they wanted a baby forever and not see their child grow old and have a family of her own. But you guessed that they didn't care for that.
And as you grew older, they were just ignoring you and making you do all the house work. You also had to do your homework too. He was the only one that knew of all of this. You were also the only one that knew of his uncle beating him. You would go out and get many jobs just so that you wouldn't have to go home. No one ever thought of you as this. You always put on a fake smile to hide the pain that you felt. You had taken you cutting as a relief away to feel nothing at all. He held you when you cried and you would hold him and at time you both would try to hold each other together.
His name was Yoon Bum and you just called him Bum. He was your only true friend and when he couldn't even show he would upset you. He knew this too. He was the only one you trusted. He also only trusted you. He knew how tired you were. He knew of all the jobs you took. He knew of all the blood shed. He smiled at you with his broken smile. His smile was real towards you. How you could tell was that it was in his eyes that he held some happiness.
Sighing about the past, you lay in bed looking at your ceiling. You had painted it. It was of the night sky. You even made the planet bigger. Turning your head to the side. You saw horses running in a meadow free to go where they liked. Your favorite was of the black Stalin that was strong and proud of his group. Closing your eyes you had no clue as to what had happened to Yoon Bum. You dreamt of nothing but pain and loneliness.
Yoon Bum woke to a sight that scared the shit out of him. It was of the women that he saw before he was knocked out. She just stared at him with lifeless eyes. Her hair was cut. He screamed in fear. Then there was the pain that overwhelmed his ankle.
There was someone else there. He touched her breast. "They're firmer than yesterday. Anyway, there was a girl calling your phone. She was extremely polite for a person that thought she called the wrong number. Her voice was very pretty. It sounded like bells ringing in a peaceful lullaby. Do you know her?"
"(Nickname)," Bum whispered. He looked down at his hands that were shackled together. "Please, don't hurt her," he pleaded with tears streaming down his frail face.
"So this girl's important to you," he said laughing like a statistic mad man. "How important is this girl to you? And how important are you to her?" Bum stayed silent as he felt like he would break if he told Sangwoo about you. "Tell me or face the consequences," he said holding a slug hammer up.
"We're best friends!" he blurted out in fear.
"How long?"
"Since the first grade."
"Why would she want to be friends with a person like you?"
"I don't know. We just care about one another because no one else would."
"What is the password to this phone?"
"Zero, six, six, six."
"Why is this the number?"
"She thinks it's funny to call herself Satan. She likes to say that people are calling her. She's very strange."
As he looked through the photo. He stumbled across a photo of a beautiful girl smiling at the camera. Then there was a video. He hit play.
"(Name)."
"What?"
"You look very pretty, today."
"You don't mean that. Stop playing around with the phone and eat your food before it gets cold," she said in a way that a friend would tease their friends.
"How can it get cold it's a sandwich?"
"Then eat it before I do."
"I thought you were watching your figure?"
"I would, but I love food to much to give it up."
"Yeah right, if you love food so much why are you just skin and bone."
"Shut up," she said pouting, cutely.
"Come one, (Name), you know I love you." She laughed like and angel and he shut the camera off.
The video ended and Sangwoo looked at Bum. He smiled.
"She's a looker, but you two seem like you were having fun. Why didn't you go meet her?"
"I forgot."
"You never leave a lady waiting." He looked down in agreement and shame. He just laughed. Unknown to him, you had cut deeper wounds into your skin. They bleed into the bandages that you wrapped around your thighs as tightly as you could. You lie on the floor of the bathroom in small poodles of you own blood.
"Now what should I do to you since you were so kind as to ditch a lady? I know," said Sangwoo as he pulled a slug hammer over and picked it up into his shoulder as he set his foot upon the non broken leg. He swung down breaking it.
Bum lays on that basement floor hoping to hear you sing a lullaby that he loved so. He wanted to forget the pain that he is in right now. But you weren't there to sing. You were a distant memory. One that was there, but out of reach. He fell asleep crying wishing he had picked otherwise.
You lay there feeling the distant stinging of the fresh wounds that were pressed against the cloth. You hummed a song that had no lyrics. It was smooth and soft like a gentle wave that rises onto shore of a sandy beach.
Bum could feel you singing. He wanted to hold you in his arms. For he knew that he couldn't protect you from harm. He knew that he was weak and frail. He just wanted to protect you from this world of pain. He wished that he had gone to hang out with you instead of coming here just to see Sangwoo. He cried knowing what he could have done differently. He just wanted to know that you were safe from yourself. He wanted to make sure that you were taking your antidepressants. But it seemed as though he was trapped here to wait and see what happens to him. Bum hoped to hear your sweet voice soon, rather than later. He wanted to smell the perfume that you always used. For you smelled like warm vanilla sugar. For that was the perfume that you liked to use best.
He wanted you to hug him like when he would have a bad day. You were there to give him the support that he needed. No one liked that you would go and hang around a loser like him. Sure you had friends, but you didn't care about what they had to think. You still hung around him and smiled at him. Your smile was real, not that fake smile that you use for everyone else.
You were the only one that could see right through him. You could tell when a person lied to you and whether they told the true. There was something in their eyes that held something that said they were lying. You would just say that they were lying and they would just look at you and even when they had told themselves that the lie was real. You could tell that it was not true. People would even make it a game. But you always won.
When your friends would go out you would go with and bring Bum with you. You never drank and ounce of alcohol. You would just eat food, but never from someone that you didn't trust. You would ask the same question and they lied so you left them standing with the two drinks. Taking Bum with you, you'd leave and watch movies with him at your house. You would just have fun and play card games and board games. Tell scary stories and dancing like crazy people. You would just have a good time together.
You two were just two peas in a pot. The fact that you two were on your own world. But he was gone and your depression came back in a world pool of emotions eating away at you. Bum was locked away from the world and wished that he had chosen otherwise. He wished he hadn't followed his heart and stalked the guy. He wished he was that you were the one that he loved. But he was to blind to see that you were always there to keep him safe and loved. He realized that you were the one to care for him in this big world. He wanted back to his old life that you were in with your bright smile. He realized that you were hurting now and falling apart without your partner in crime. He knew that you were breaking. He knew he had to get away if he could. But he was conflicted about his love for one person or the other.