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I've always been a morning person, for some reason though, today was different. I caught a glimpse of the alarm clock that sat on my side table; the subtle rays of sunlight that crept in through my half closed blinds reflected off of the shiny, black, metal surface of my alarm clock, reflecting into my eyes as if it knew I wouldn't wake up in time. If I were the sun, I'd do the same, except I wouldn't try to blind anyone on purpose. Well, unless they deserved it.

9:24 am

Why didn't Umma wake me up? She would've pulled the blanket off of me by now or snatched the pillow from underneath my head. It's not like she's at work or anything. I tossed the blanket to the side of my bed, drunkenly sitting up right on the edge. I had to stop for a moment so I could straighten out my thoughts before they strangled my brain with confusion.

Quietly, I tip-toed out of my room and into the living room, searching the house as I made my way there. To my surprise though, no one was home. That's odd.

Of course, the only logical idea now was to get ready for school. It's okay if I show up late, all that matters is that I can complete my work and get good marks. It's easier said than done. Putting on the first outfit I could throw together, I headed out to the car. Today feels so weird. Is something missing?

Standing next to the car, I looked around. An ominous tension blocked me from all my senses as my eyes wandered to the building. That's when something caught my eye: The roof. Someone was hanging from the roof. Suddenly, the sky went pitch black like ink staining the sky. My heart jumped at the realization of who it was. Yumi.

She hung from the building by one hand. Her long, dark hair blew in the wind. With her foot propped against the side of the building, she screamed. My breath became heavy. What happened!? Why is she up there!?

Without a second thought I found myself spiriting towards the building. But before I could even take another step in that direction I froze when Yumi's grip loosened on the ledge, and her hand let go from the building. I stared in shock. Close your eyes. My tears were already tripping down my face. Go and save her, there is still time.

SPLAT

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I hurdled up in my bed, flinging myself out of it. I sounded like a dog with the amount I was panting and sweating, not to mention crying. Umma bolted into the room, Noona following her in close proximity.

"Seungmin-ah! What happened!?" Umma cried out. I wiped the sweat and tears from my face.

"Umma, the puppy had a nightmare," Noona jokes. No one's laughing.

"Go to bed! I was talking to your brother," Noona groaned at Umma's response.

"It's always the maknae that gets the attention! If I had a nightmare-"

"I'd put you to sleep. Pun intended. Now go to bed," She groaned again, then left the room on a low note.

"Seungmin-ah," She began to speak, but I didn't let her finish.

"Umma, where is she?"

She looked confused for a while. It took me a second to realize that she's never met or known about Yumi before.

"You mean the neighbor girl?" What.

I thought she didn't know about Yumi!? There must be some sort of confusion between us, there is no way she knows-

"Yumi?"

Yes.

"How do you know Yumi? I never told you about her before," I questioned her. She sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Oh Seungmin. I'm your mother. I know everything. Besides, Noona and I met her mother before,"

"When?"

"Not very long ago. We figured out that you two were dating-"

"We're not dating, Umma,"

She laughed, a smirk appearing on her face. I could tell she didn't believe me, yet she carried on with the story anyways, not acknowledging my comment whatsoever.

"I kept in contact with her mom. The poor girl's parents got a divorce while she was in the hospital,"

This was the information I've been waiting to hear. Why did it take so damn long to find this out!? Why was I finding this out through my mother? Did Yumi get her phone taken? Where is she now? I waited a second for the information to sink in and the questions that kept flickering in my head to calm down or automatically be answered by my now broken sense of logic.

"Where is she?"

"Oh Sweetie, she lives with her father,"

Her father? HER FATHER!? My eyes widened. The one who used to chuck empty liquor bottles at her head when she did something wrong!? Where does he live? I've had his name on the list, and now that he's alone I can finally take him off of it.

I guess that promise that I was going to make and not keep was going to be broken before I even made it.

At least they'll have another asshole to die in the dirt next to them. When it comes to graves and dead bodies, breaking promises wasn't an issue anymore. They're dead. They can't hurt me. I can still hurt them.

"Where does he live? Is it far from here?" I asked her eagerly.

"Seungmin-ah, it's 4 am. Go back to sleep. It's a Saturday,"

When did it become Saturday? Was Friday already over? What happened? I don't remember...

Focus.

"Where? Umma, tell me,"

She sighed. "Same condo,"

He is living under me right now.

She  is living under me right now.

I think I've got a plan.