Chapter 1: What a nice day

I can do this.

I can.

Right...?

Can I?

I sighed and stared at the wooden floor

I need to at least tell them I'm moving out. I just hope they won't lash out at me again which is impossible...

I am now 11 years old walking down the stairs with my backpack, on my way to my drunk 'Father' and my 'Mother' who are watching in the living room.

As I reached the end of the stairs, I felt my heart beat faster as I doubted my decision all over again

It's now or never Minji. You gotta do this.

I walked over my adoptive parents, my Dad ignored me while Mom stared at me annoyingly

"What's all that?" She asks before clicking her tounge at my attire

"Mom... Dad... I...." I started trailing off which caught my Dad's attention

"What now?!" His tone harsh and impatient. Clearly, he was drunk.

"I...... I want to move out..." I finished nervously fidgeting in my place

There was a moment of silence before I heard a

"No." They both said in unison

"Why not? Y- You don't even treat me as a daughter anymore! And... all you do is beat me u-"

"YOU WILL NOT LEAVE THIS GROUND YOU UNDERSTAND?!" Mom yelled furiously as my Dad went to kitchen and is suprisingly quiet

"Please!! I just can't do it anymore! I'm tired! Just.... please...." I reasoned myself

"You can't. You don't have anywhere to go, you can't live by yourself. And I won't let-" She was cut off by a knife stabbed from her back

"You're too loud." My Father calmly stated

"What the-" Mom fell with a look of betrayal last seen in her eyes, blood soon begins to spread on the wooden floo,r lifeless.

What

The

Hell.

He just killed his fxcking wife.

I stared at the lifeless body and the murderer eyes shifting between the two of them. My eyes slowly got filled with shock and horror as I realized the situation

"Wait....." Dad stared at the lifeless body infront of him

He widened his eyes as he kneeled down and touched the blood on the ground "No....."

He started breathing heavily and scooped the blood into his palms and transferred it to the unmoving mouth of my mother "No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No........."

He desperately tried to make her drink the blood and I felt my legs give up on me as I collapsed on the floor in terror

"M....Mo.. Mom......."

Even if he's drunk, he shouldn't been able to.... he....... he's..... Da-

"AAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

I covered my ears instinctively as I witnessed his sudden breakdown, making me shake more, scared

I didn't know it'll turn out this bad...

I slowly stood up when he stopped and he glared at me as if I just killed the woman infront of him

"You...."

I shakily took steps backwards as he held the knife tightly in his hand

"You're next."

There is only one thing that came to my mind.

Run.

I quickly dashed towards the door only to find out my Dad had gotten there first

"Not so fast..." He gave me a crazed grin before running towards me

Good thing prepared for times like this. I either train in my room or in the forest with my animal friends using youtube in my phone (which is a miracle since they gave me one)

I dodged his swing and quickly grabbed his arm, twisted it before stabbing his thigh with the knife still in his hands

I'm now stood several feet away from him, watching his every move while he's still groaning from the pain before pulling the knife from his thigh, wincing from the pain of it

"Now you've done it." He says angrily before dashing towards me again and before I could run, a hand grasped my right ankle making me fall down the floor.

The next thing I knew is that he was hovering above me trying to stab my stomach with the knife

I tried my best to restrain him but no, he was stronger. And so, I was stabbed.

"That's what you deserved for-" He couldn't continue his sentence because I flipped him over and broke his arm which held the knife.

He screamed in pain but I elbowed him to knock him out

Exhausted, I laid on my back beside him amd felt my wound

It hurts....

It feels like it's burning...

Soon, tears are brimming at the corner of my eyes, trying to endure the pain

"Could this day get a lot worse?" I wispered to myself before pulling the knife out screaming in agony.

It

Hurts

Like

Hell.

I grabbed a clean cloth from my bag and wrapping it around my wound.

Just as I was about to get a new life, here I am dying. What a great day.

I stood up my hand hovering above my wound and limped out the house, calling the police on the way and telling them what happened.

I neared towards an alley before sitting on the concrete cement to take a rest

"Well would you look at that."

Oh fxck.

My head snapped to the voice, eyes narrowing

"Finally, I'm itching for a kill." a different voice said

Finally, those two bastard showed themselves from the shadows. One was not that tall, not that short and a little skinny. One was muscular and a little short.

"Hey there little girl~" The muscular man said

Ew.

I sighed "What a nice day."

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