What I Did For Love
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What I Did For Love
Part 1
My name is MiNa Nam. Im 19, still very young, but I am dying. Not right now but my life is slowly fading away as Im writing my story. At this moment Im sitting at Ðour spot. Mine and Eun Ji Won, the love of my life. The sun is slowly beginning to set over the lake. I took a glance at my reflection in the water. My outside looks have change drastically within the past few months, but the water reflected the true me. InsideIm still the same person. I have done and given so much for love but never once, have I received it back from Ji Won. There are times that I wanted to tell him everything that Ive done for him and make him love me back. But I cant. Love is not selfish. So I did what felt right. I keep giving Ji Won my love and I never asked for his love in return. Even though Ill leave this world pretty soon, my love for him will still remain. My story begins when I first met Ji Won six years ago on this one fateful day. It all started outÐ.
Part 2
“You better come back here you good for nothing brat!” I covered my ears with my palms. That was my stepmother calling me. Her voice sounds murderous and I didnt want to face her today. She had slapped and hit me too much already. Im afraid I cant take it anymore so I hid in my closet. I peeked through the crack in my closet and saw my stepmom with a really pissed off look on her face. She was holding that stick that Im always afraid of. I winced thinking about how much it would hurt if she hits me with it again. Im just thirteen and whoever said 13 was an unlucky number, they were right. My mom had died when I was just turning ten. Before she died she told me that I was the most beautiful girl in the world and how proud she was to be my mother. She said even though shell be gone, her love is with me always. Tears rolled down my cheeks. ÐIf you love me mommy, how can you be so selfish to leave me? So now when I had turn 13 my dad had married Mok Young A, who is my stepmom today. She was a cold-hearted woman who tortured me all day. Any self-esteem I had for myself was shattered and I was living a nightmare. My closet door suddenly opened. “There you are you wicked girl!” My stepmom started cussing at me as she pulled me out and threw me onto the floor. I began to tremble because I knew what was going to happen next. *Whack whack whack.* I cried out in pain but I knew that no one is going to hear my cries. I desperately began to gasp for air. My heart was aching again. I couldnt breathe. “Not again! Dont you see how much youre costing your father and me with your heart problems? If it wasnt for all these medical bills we wouldnt be so poor now!” I had this heart condition where air would suddenly shut off and I couldnt breathe. The doctors are tryingto save me by giving me a respirator and pills, but theyre not sure how much longer Ill be able to live. My dad (who was a pathetic excuse for a man) came in. He looked down at me with sorrowful eyes. He held my stepmoms arm lightly and said, “I think she had enough. You dont want her to have another attack. Calm down and lets have dinner.” “Thats why Im hitting her!” she yelled. “She got detention and stayed after school for an hour. She was supposed to be home to go buy food for dinner and make it. Your daughter is so evil. She wants me to starve or something!” “I didnt get detention. The teacher wanted to talk to me about-” But I was cut off by the whack of my stepmoms stick. I cried silently in pain and turned away. I didnt want to look at her. My dad said, “Well, dinners just going to be a little late today. Mina, say sorry to your mom.” Despite the pain, I managed to say, “Sorry mom. Please forgive me.” My dad handed me some money. “Here. Go buy food to make mee-yuk-gook tonight.” My stepmoms temper simmered down a little as my dad lead her out of my room. I picked up the money and headed for the store. Mr. Choi, the owner of Choi Food Market, shook his head as I walked in. He knew what kind of hell I was going through. I finished my shopping and checked out. “Thatll be $3.49.” “What?” I asked. “UmmÐMr. Choi. Thats impossible. With all this stuff it should be around $15.” “I know Mina.” Mr. Choi gave me a sad smile. “The exact price is $14.32. Why dont you keep the change for yourself?” I opened my mouth in shock. “Mr. ChoiÐ…I..I cant do that,” I said as I handed him 20. He only took five. “No. Keep it. I know that stepmom of yours dont give you any money.” I looked up at Mr. Choi with tears in my eyes. Here he was, just a friend reaching out to me. I said thanks and headed for home.
Part 3
I decided to take a shortcut home but as I passed the alley, a hand pulled me in. I was knocked to the ground and a shadow hovered over me. I began to scream but the same hand covered my mouth. “Shut up or Ill kill you!” I shut my mouth instantly. I didnt want to die yet. In the moons reflection I got a good look of my attacker. It was a boy who looked a little bit older than me. His face and clothes were dirty but he had really good features so I could tell he was extremely good-looking. But this was not a time to think about such things. He held a table knife at my throat and said, “Give me all your money or Ill kill you.” I panicked but I knew what to do. I used the move I wanted to use on my stepmom every time she pinned me down and hit me. I kicked him hard right into his family jewels. He gasped and fell to the floor, dropping the knife. I picked up my groceries and ran. I guess you can call me the dumbest person alive. I was afraid I had kicked the boy too hard and permanently damaged him. Besides, since my life is hell already, I didnt want him to go through it too. So I turned back. When I came back to the alley, the boy was still lying on the floor. He was moaning softly. I lifted him up gently. “Are you okay?” I asked. He shook his head no. “Im sorry,” I said to him. I reached into my pocket and pulled the money Mr. Choi gave me. “If you need money, then here. All I have is ten dollars.” I placed the money in his hand and walked away. He looked at me with this weird expression that I couldnt read. I picked up my groceries and this time I left without turning back. I could tell the boy was watching me as I was walking awayÐ…