WARNING: Self-doubt, and many other things I can't explain. 

I open the door. My mom was making food, while my grandparents were watching the television. I wonder where my brother could be.

"Eomma! I'm home!" I went to the kitchen and saw my mother making Bibimap. She looks at me and smiles "Ah! Aera, you're here! How was school?" she asked. 

I shrugged in reply. She understood what I meant. "Go call your brother. He'll be in his room." I nodded. 

"Halmi! Haraboji! I'm back!" My grandparents look at me and smile. I went back to finding my brother. His and mine room were not far. His was right in front of mine. When I enter the room, I saw his clothes everywhere, and the TV on. 

"Ji-Hoo! Go faster! Aish!" he complained. It was obvious he was playing Overwatch. When he is ever going to leave that game? Hm, never. 

"Oppa! Joon oppa! Hey!" I take off his headphones. He looked pretty angry. His eyebrows where scrunched. You might think that he's thinking or making a tough decision, but in reality, he's angry. 

"Yah! What did you do?!" he shouted. He grabbed the controller and went back to his game. 

"Eomma and Appa named you correct. Useless." I mumble, loud enough for him to hear. Joon Oppa turned his head towards me and rolled his eyes. "Joon means talented. Not useless, pabo! Appa and Eomma named you wrong. You're supposed to show love, not idiot-ness." 

"Idiot-ness isn't even a word!" I snap. "Eomma is calling you for food by the way." 

He sighed and closed the game. Joon oppa brushed past me. I closed the door and followed him. Our house isn't very big. Enough to fit about. . . . ten people. 

We sat down to eat our food. 

✧*̥˚Few hours later *̥˚✧

I look out the window. Darkness. That's all I see and feel. A big hole. I can never describe how it actually feel, but all I know is that I'm a failure. Everybody lies when they say I'm pretty. It's the exact opposite. I just feel. . . . . .sad. It hurts badly. Too badly. People say I'm untalented, that's true. I'm useless.