CHAPTER 1
I just casually start and introduce myself. I am currently 17 years old and am going to finish school by the end of the next year.
You ask what my name is? I 'm called as Park Jimin. You may think now why I wrote that I am being called as, I don't have any good experiences with this name but you will understand more while reading this story as it isn't easy to understand what I want to say without knowing my story.
Before you read more let me warn you. It's not going to be a lovey-dovey story and there can be psyche destructive actions.
Just to mention it, I am a boy. Maybe some of you were unsure about this.
I'm not going to spoil more or give you more hints. Let's start at the beginning when I was 5 years old, the time everything exploded and I met hell.
So it all started on my fifth birthday. I had a family, mom, dad and a younger sister. If I remember correctly I asked my parents to go to an amusement park that they gave in and we drove to one. I was all excited and my family got infected with my joy.
We rode many different roller coasters. Naturally the ones that were free for our age group. I wanted to ride some larger rollercoasters but sadly I wasn't allowed to do so. We were there all day and ate many sweets like cotton candy and lollies.
We ended the day with a ride on the Ferris wheel. We could look all over the park and the lights were like little colorful stars.
So you may think what happened that made this day so unforgettable for me but not in a positive way. I blame myself even twelve years later for my wish to go to the amusement park. I know it wasn't my fault but still.
So let's continue this story.
It was dark when we went back home. We drove on the highway and I was drifting into sleep. Shortly before I could fall asleep I heard a squeak and then I felt a jolt. Our car turned over quite a few times. I didn't really realise what happened. The only thing I clearly remember is that among all the voices screaming I couldn't hear my sister's voice. I was paralyzed. Then I closed my eyes and it went dark. The next time I opened my eyes was because I heard sirens and blue light flashed in front of my eyes. I sat up and saw my mom and dad holding a lifeless body in their hands. It felt like my body was moving on it's own and I was just a silent viewer. My body ran towards my parents and on the way I became aware of the identity of the person my mother was holding onto. It was my younger sister. She looked peaceful and untroubled. I looked at my parents who looked back with tears pouring out of their eyes. I saw the relief into their eyes when they saw me but shortly afterwards the sadness came back and replaced the little happiness. There were blood stains all over my parents body. Now that I looked closer at my sister's body, isn't she also covered in blood? Wait, why is she covered in blood?
It wasn't easy for me but in the end I put up the courage to ask my parents:" Mommy? Daddy? Is sister okay? Why isn't she waking up? " My mommy silently raised her head and looked at me with so much sorrow and sadness in her eyes that I was shocked. Then I looked at my dad who looked at me with the same emotions as my mom did. I didn't need any words to understand. When the truth finally hit me I just collapsed hearing the screams of my parents. My last thought before everything went black was:" Sis is gonna be alright!! She has to! "
