"What happened to him!? Someone please talk to me! Please what happened to my dad?!"

The nurse holds me back gripping my arms tightly until the bunch of white coat nurses and doctors, pull my dad's unconscious body on the stroller bed away further into the wards.

"Please I'm his daughter! I need to know!" I turn to the nurse. Her face stays in the same pretend grief stricken facade as she mumbles warily.

"Yoona?"

I turn spotting Sunmi, I try running to her but the nurses grip is too tight.

"It's okay," Sunmi says rapidly walking to us. "She's with me,"

The nurse bows and lets me go, going her separate way.

"Sun-"

My face springs sharply to the side and burns at the contact of Sunmi's hands going across my cheek. My eyes widen in shock of what she's done.

"How dare you!" She yells in my face. "If you think this is a joke then you should go back home! Your father doesn't deserve this! Especially from you! His only child!"

"What did I do-"

"Don't you even dare pull that card with me! I'm done with it! If you want to be a bad girl like your mother then do it! Run off with boys, flunk school, degrade teachers. Yoona how could you? Huh? How? Why?" She covers her face and turns around. "Dean please take her back home. You shouldn't have brought her here in the first place."

She says as she turns back around and walks through the doors of the ward. I turn back to the driver. I lightly touch my cheek, the impact lingers on in my mind.

We stay in silence before he walks out with me shamefully following avoiding everyone's eyes.

•

It's darker then usual this night, maybe it's because my light is off or because my heart is dark. I can't close my eyes hearing my heart beat mixed with several others. A tight buzz never leaves my ears piercing them.

My finger lingering above the contact name. It hits me now that I have no one to talk to. I'm all alone and facing troubles. Would I have been facing this if Hoseok were here?

I place the phone by my ear waiting to hear his voice, to soothe and comfort, love and to hold and most of all, to listen to me and help me.

First ring..

"Pick up.." I anxiously wait.

Third ring.. "Please...Jimin.."

My heart beats fast along with the other foreign heart beats..who is still in me!? Didn't I break up with Hoseok?

Seventh ring.. I cut the call.

Tears clinging to my eyelids refusing to leave but either way they end up pouring. I silently allow them to fall wishing that Hoseok was here.

I know that even if Hoseok is bad he would still be here with me.

I'm- I'm all alone.

No Yoona~ that sinister laugh that I wish to never hear is back. You're not alone, you have me.

I cry harder beyond hearing the empty house. My father and Sunmi still at the hospital. All the servants asleep.. no one awake to hear or feel my pain.

Nobody..

Yoona? I'm here.

"Please.." I hiccup falling flatly on my bed. "Just leave me alone."

Ohhhh dear Yoona, you're gonna wish to be dead when I'm done with you.

Great! Everyone is gone but I'm still stuck with this demon.

•

Next day: Music Class

"Yoona please present for us your song," Mrs Kim calls.

Ehuh?

I rapidly look up immediately remembering our assignments. Not the one Mr Kwon gave but instead, the one Mrs Kim gave.

"Let's go, go, go-" She sternly says making me nervously scared. I take a random paper moving to the front. I can make something on the spot.. right?

Mr Kwon sits next to Mrs Kim with his legs crossed and, what I assume, a mark sheet.

Shit!

"And please remove that cap from your head. You look ridiculous." There's so much venom in Mrs Kim's voice. She's also had it with me.

I put my hands on my cap feeling self conscious. "Ma'am but my hair is a disaster-"

"No, you're a disaster!" She complains. "You know what sit down and sort yourself out and someone who is serious please come and present! By the time the bell rings I'll have all your marks on my sheet, if not then it's a fail."

I get angry glares while heading back to my seat. Min-yo turns to me with attitude, reminding me of how she was on the first days of our encounters.

"Thanks so much for putting Miss Kim in a bad mood Yoona."

I swallow the lump down my throat blinking my tears back writing exactly what I'm feeling on the page.

•

I tie my hair back brushing with my fingers and locking it with some pins I found in my blazer pocket. I hope I look presentable now.

"Yoona!"

I jolt in my seat by Mrs Kim's voice. "I hope you're ready now. Get up as fast as you can or you loose marks.

I stand in front of the crowd nervously shaking. I clear my throat not knowing how to start. Before I can open up my mouth Mr Kwon is in front of me holding my left shoulder. "One second Miss Kim, the young lady is a bit shaken," he smiles her direction and focuses on me. "Don't be down Yoona. I want you to sing like I know you can. I believe in you, always have and always will."

He strides away and I close my eyes, ignoring that Yoona's voice and giving myself a pep talk.

"Wooo I don't know, I don't know
I don't know why
Who is the girl looking back in mirror?
Ohhh I just know, I just know
I just know why
'cause it's the fake love, fake love
Fake love
I love you so bad, I love you so bad
A perfect illusion created for me
Love is so mad, love is so mad
A beautiful life in the image you drew
I love you so bad, I love you so bad
A perfect illusion created for you
Love is so mad, love is so mad
A beautiful doll thrown away when we're threw
I'm so sick of this fake love, fake love
Fake love
For you I could pretend I was happy I could hide away the sorrow
For you I could feign strength numb the pain and be the girl you can depend on
I'm wishing loving was perfect I'm praying
You don't realise deep inside that I'm broken
I trusted in a dream of hopeless rose now I watch the petals as they wither

I open my eyes immediately looking to Mrs Kim. She's trying to hide her smile with a scowl. Mr Kwon does not bother hiding as he smirks brightly. She says nothing but nods her head. I walk back to my seat feeling slightly relieved that I'm done.

Extreme sport is doing last minute work as your teacher calls on you.

"You're evil and you don't deserve that voice."

Min-yo's comment catches me completely off guard and I turn to her.

"Min-yo I'm sorry for-"

She fakely chuckles. "Yoona you don't have to justify yourself. You already broke my trust the moment you insulted our friendship therefore our friendship is o.v.e.r over. Unlike you, I have class."

I suck my lip back nodding my head turning in my seat. Staying silent for the rest of the class.

The bell rings and I'm the first to get up and out of the class. Heading down the hall to my next class. Everyone is looking at me, either snickering or just staring. I don't know what I did this time.

I enter in the business class and as soon as I sit down a large booklet of papers lands on my desk. I look up seeing Mr Jae. He smiles and motions to the board.

Class Test
30 minutes
Start immediately!
Good luck!

Oh crap I forgot about it! I look down at the booklet, the thick booklet. I hesitantly pick up my pencil starting to fill out the blocks of what I think is the right answer. Thank goodness it's multiple choice.

I push my seat forward as Jimin passes behind me. I avoid looking at him only keeping my eyes on the booklet. From the corner of my eye I feel his eyes.

"Jimin. Eyes in book!" Mr Jae calls out.

This isn't my best work so far. I can tell that there's a lot of mistakes.

Jimin staggers to finish his work- clearly knowing the answers to all the questions. My gaze lingers on one question for an eternity!

Why didn't I study? Oh yeah I was too busy throwing a pity party for myself.

I take a deep sigh already freaking out that I'm not even half way when in fact I arrived the earliest. Nearly a third of the class is already finished and here I am just gazing at everyone.

My motion stops when Mr Jae stands in front of my desk bending down to reach my ears. "Please step out the class for a bit,"

I stand on my feet peeking behind me to see him taking my paper and picking up my bag and pencil. Once I'm outside, I wait for a bit.

"Yoona," he says with a little smile laying my bag on the floor next to the door. I quickly avert my eyes to him and he holds my shoulder. "You know you're the best girl student in my class. Despite not hearing you speak in my class or sometimes when you bunk my classes, it still pleases me that you are focused. But, in terms of punishment, I punish everyone the same way,"

"Punish? Sir what are-"

"Shhshhshh," he puts his fingers to my lips. "I can tell that you didn't study for this test and I'm not about to let that pretty percentage drop so,"

His fingers go down on my arms and linger by my waist. I glare at him feeling my eyes widen. "Sir?"

"Come to my class afternoon and I'll show you what I mean,"

By the malicious and lustful look in his eyes I can already tell his intentions. I step back slapping his hands away.

"Oh Yoona don't worry, nobody will-"

"I don't care! I'd rather fail then cheat my way out," I stand up for myself. He gets mad and clinches his jaw.

"Fine then you can stay outside here next to your bag,"

I click my tongue rolling my eyes sitting down on the floor. He huffs and lets out a little chuckle. "Just the person who I expected,"

I look up to where he's looking and I nearly have a heart attack. Out of all days today she decides to take a stroll around.

The principal, Mrs Heman, walks towards us looking concerned.

"Mr Jae, is there a problem here? Yoona? Why are you on the floor?" She asks.

I quickly stand from the floor wanting to speak but he beats me to it.

"I caught her cheating in the class test-"

I gasp stopping him. "What the- that's a lie! I never-"

"Bunks my classes without fail, I'm I lying Yoona?"

I clinch my jaw sighing frustrated that he had to bring that up. Principal Heman sighs using her pointer finger pointing down the hall.

I pick up my bag taking it to the office.

Comfortably I take a seat feeling overwhelmed by the light plush brown colours. No sound and a pinning chill goes down my spine.

"Yoona, I have spoken to some of your teachers and honestly," she hogs back to her seat and puts her hands on the table. "It doesn't look good,"

"Mrs Heman I-"

"I am stripping you of your Leaders badge, title and you have detention tomorrow. I'm sorry."

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M/n
Filler chapter