Bitersweet Romance

Chapter 6

It was dark at first, but I could make out that something was moving within the darkness. Suddenly the lights turned on, dimly lighting up the basement. There, in the middle of the room, was my sister, crouched on the floor, wearing a grubby shirt with her long brown hair tied in a messy bun. She seemed to be going through a bunc of papers in a metal safe in front of her, but it looked liked she was disturbed by someone coming in the basement unannounced. By the looks of it, she wasn't pleased to see whoever the intruder was.

She screamed so aggressively at them that she was clenching her fists and her whole body was shaking. I've never seen her like this before.

“Go on! KILL ME!” She was saying as she made an effort to stand. It seemed like they were approaching her, since she was already attempting to make an escape, but they caught on her very quickly. Her weak countenace were no match against their strong grip. Three of the intruders were caught on the footage, but I couldn't make out their faces since they were all wearing masks. They were each holding a gun and were pointing it at her, a pretty clever way to threaten a helpless maiden. But she showed no fear and despite being cornered, she didn't hesitate to glare at the approaching personages. There were three more approaching her, two of who looked quite differently from the other four. They were the only ones who weren't in fully black clothing. In fact, they were dressed quite formally, the other one, a man, wearing a suite and tie with trousers, and his partner, a woman, wearing a long white dress.

I couldn't see their faces since their backs were facing the camera, but they looked somewhat familiar.

My sister's glare was rock steady against them. An unwavering look that could win any arguement without the aid of words.

The atmosphere in the room was quite intense, so intense that I held my breath, knowing that any minute my sister would be murdered on the scene.

“We're offering you a choice, Sue.” The man spoke up.

“A choice?! You can go on woth all your dirty business for all I care, but I don't wanna get involved in such a fraud.“ My sister's voice never wavered even though she knew all too well that she was nearing her death.

“Go on! What are you waiting for? I already made it clear, didnt I? I'd rather die than be officially recognized as someone who was raised by criminals. Do you think, after discovering all your dirty works, I'd still have the nerves to show up at my own debut? And you think, just because you gave me a luxurious life, you think yoy could control it? I'm not that stupid you know! And I wonder what Grandpa would say after he finds out about this—”

“ENOUGH!” The man, or rather, my dad interrupted rudely.

It didn't take me long to process everything my sister had said. I felt even more betrayed as I kept on watching.

My father snatched one of the guns from one of the men and shot a bullet upwards, which resulted to a loud boom, which startled everyone.

“This is why you never deserved to be my daughter!“ He threw the gun away.

“Your right. I'm nothing like you, am I?”

She smirked and suddenly, she, too, snatched one of the guns and pointed it directly at her heart. Without another word, she pulled the trigger and released it. I closed my eyes just as the bullet shot her, accompanied by a loud boom. There was a gasp of disbelief among the audience as the sound of my sister's body falling onto the ground was heard. As I opened my eyes, tears fell non stop.

There my sister lay dead on the floor.

And that was the end of the footage.

I slammed my laptop close as my tears continued to fall.

This new discovery of mine entirely changed my whole perspective towards my family. Indeed, they didn't murder. But they surely attempted to. They were the sole reason of her death. I still don't know what entirely happened that night.

But what I found out was enough to let me hate my own parents for the rest of my life. I wouldn't be able to forgive them, and I don't think there would be an acceptable excuse for what they did.

My parents never knew that I found out. In fact, I refused to speak to them even as I left Russia.

When I arrived in Korea, they tried to reach out to me, but I always refused to talk to them.

And that was the time when I wanted to end my life. Though for whichever reason, I knew not. It wasn't my fault. So why was I acting as if I were guilty of her death? It was weird, how I felt responsible for something my parents did. Was it because I felt scared, that because they were able to make such a grave mistake, I might be too?? Funny. They were someone whom I highly looked up to…in the past.

It was different now. I wanted to die, fearing I would be in the influence of my parents to do anything for wealth and power, even as far as to kill.

All my fears and traumas worsened my depression. And so I made various attempts to kill myself. But I was either caught or overcame with my hesitance, which is why I'm still alive.

Alive in this world I no longer wish to exist.