Cut the Unnecessary Off
602 Words
I miss her face. I miss her long hair. I miss her smile. I miss her.
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Yoongi pov
My dad bruised me bad. I couldn't really feel it this time. I had so much more pain from saying goodbye to Min. It hurts. It hurts so much. I just want to go on the swings with her again. When she comforted me. I wish she was with me here right now.
"Brat!" Jeez, stop disturbing me.
I stand up and run to his voice which was in the living room.
I reply back quickly and stern, "Yes, sir!"
"Where are my knives?"
I stutter because of fear and because I have no idea where his knives are.
"I- I..."
"Spit it out, kid!" He barks at me.
"Do not know sir. "
"Fine, you'll know when I get the knives."
He pushes past me hard and I stumble. I feel so weak. I don't feel the pain in my ankle though. I just feel numb, I wonder what in the world I'm going to do. First things first. Escape. Then, find Min. Then, find a place. Thennnn... I don't know. I start to tear up because of my wimpy hopelessness.
He comes back holding the knives up, I cringe away but he throws them to the floor in front of me. I don't breathe because I'm so scared of what he'll say next.
"Pick a knife up brat."
I hesitate since I never held a knife before and they look sharp. I reach my hand out and I jump to his voice once again.
"What did I say!"
I hurry to grab the smallest knife.
"That's right, now grab your hair."
I obeyed since I didn't want to be hit. I grabbed a few locks of my hair and held them up. I started to get scared thinking he would make me stab something.
"Now cut your hair."
I stand there surprised and confused. Why would he make me do that? What's the point? Is this a punishment?
"Cut youR HAiR!" He roars at me.
I start to move my shaking hand up to my head and slice the hair off, I do it not too close to my head. I look at him and he nods his head to continue. So there I was, cutting my thin hair off.
I started to tear up as I saw my dark hair fall down lifelessly.
I continue though.
I don't know what else to do, but I have to live on to see her again. Holding in my tears I cut my hair with the knife. I hope to cut off my wimpiness too.
I need to be strong for Min.
Min pov
I get homemade cookies with whipped cream on the side for my birthday. I sit there looking at my cookies and whipped cream and start tearing up. My eyes are sweating. Now I'm crying. I can't hold it in. It's my birthday and I'm sobbing because I don't have Yoongi with me. I look at my cookies and decide to make a promise to myself. I will not eat any cookies and whipped cream without Yoongi. This is ours. I won't do this to him. I leave the little chair I'm sitting on and walk out Jan's house to the outside. It's rainy, my favorite weather.
I'm 7 but I feel like 5 again. I feel so small. I can't do anything. I walk down the sidewalk and back. Reminding me how Jan told me not to go farther than down the sidewalk because I'm too young. I hate it. I hate it so much. Without Yoongs I'm so weak.
I decide it's time to go back but before I get home I discover a foreign boy walking across the street.
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