New Life [Chapter One]
Title: New Life [Chapter One]
Author: Muffledd
Pairing: None at the moment, Hyunseung-centric
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Hyunseung wants to run away from his life, who will he meet and where will he go? He tries hard to adapt to the new environment, new faces, and new relationships.
Author's Notes: This is supposed to be a prologue but I think I made it too long, so now it's Chapter One. (:
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What can you expect from a family with parents that you hardly see?
No one is around to reach out a hand to pull me through the hard times.
Kids with loving parents are just so blessed.
So what if I’m rich?
So what if both of my parents are top-notch lawyers in Korea?
So what if they are so famous that they are always on TV, on the news, and most of the time they either won a case for someone famous or for something major.
So what if I got everything I ask for?
Wait, no.
I actually don’t get everything.
Because I did ask for love, and apparently, I didn’t get it.
I did ask for warmth.
But why do I only keep feeling cold and lonely inside?
This doesn’t make any sense…
Whenever I see parents holding onto their children’s hand, giggling and enjoying themselves,
I always feel something named “Jealousy” stabbing right at my heart.
I’m jealous.
I really am.
And jealousy kills.
It’s killing me inside. Slowly, but surely.
I’m tired of this meaningless life.
What’s life when there’s no love?
What’s life when I’m already 18 yet I could count the number of times I’d actually reunite with my parents with merely my ten fingers?
Truth to be told, I don’t even think I need all 10 of them.
I watch the news just to be able to remember their faces.
This is pathetic.
I think the public know more about my parents than I, their only child, do...
My house is huge.
So enormous that the servants always complained that they should ride a bicycle around, it’ll be easier for them to clean.
That was true.
But what’s the point if the only ones in the house is me and the 10 odd maids and a butler?
Today, I was feeling down again…
At times like this, no one is there to be my listening ear.
Talking to the servants will be just wasting my breath.
They would always roll their eyes at me and give me a look that reads,
“You this lucky brat, your parents are so fucking rich that 1 million is like 10 cents to them. Why are you still unhappy with this life?!”
What do they even know…
I would love being them and giving them this LUCKY spot.
At least I can feel loved by their parents or anyone.
I reached out for the handle of my drawer and pulled it open.
Picking up a pen, I took out the black leather notebook from the drawer and flipped to the empty pages.
I started writing again.
Yes, you guessed it, it’s my diary. I always penned down how I feel in this book.
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19th Sept 2010
Dear Diary,
Today sucked again.
I feel like an empty shell.
Yeah, I know, it’s nothing new right?
There aren’t a lot of variations in the contents for my diary.
But I just can’t help it.
I thought I would be immune to the loneliness and pain by now.
I guess I’m utterly wrong then.
You’re my only friend… You know that don’t you…
No one in school wants to talk to me; they think I’ll be a stuck-up and spoilt kid just because of my powerful family background.
Please, they don’t even fucking know me…
Yesterday I overheard 2 boys discussing about me.
I didn’t eavesdrop on purpose; it’s just that I’m in the toilet stall while they are outside.
I did not dare to step out.
It would be so awkward for sure.
They said things along the lines that I’m unsociable, proud, blah blah blah, and how their parents warn them to stay far away from me because if they offended me by any means, I’ll get my parents to sue them and they can’t afford it.
Wtf. Seriously, wtf is wrong with everyone here?!
I’m sick of this “posh” life.
I don’t need all those privileges.
I have no interest in getting to know famous people and stars anyway.
They always act so friendly in front of me, I think their only motive is to leave a good impression on me so that my parents will think of them more highly.
Well, too bad, I never once say any of those things in front of my parents anyway.
In the first place, I don’t even have a chance to.
They rarely come home, always flying around the world.
Not even my birthday and New Year’s Day…
Damn my life…
If only I could just run away from here.
Run to somewhere far.
Where no one knows who I am, my background and my associations.
Then I would have friends!
Friends for the first time!
Oh my god, why does the thought of this cheers me up so much?
Suddenly, a light bulb lit up in my mind as I stopped writing for a moment.
I SHOULD run away!
How can I be so freaking dumb?
I should have thought of this long ago!
Hey diary,
I’ve decided… I’ll leave this horrible place and find love and warmth on my own!
-Hyunseung
I know this is impulsive, but I couldn’t care less.
I quickly got off my chair and started packing my stuffs.
I didn’t pack in my branded items and apparels; I kept reminding myself that I want to lead a normal life, not this extravagant one.
Then I noticed how little things I actually had…
Almost all my things my parents bought for me are branded or really expensive.
Arg, whatever. I can always buy new clothes when I get there.
All I brought was the money in my piggybank, the small bag that I packed all my commoner-look-alike stuffs in it, cell phone (I’m going to change my number anyway) and not forgetting my precious diary with a pen.
I didn’t bother to bring my credit cards.
My parents would seal the account once they know about my disappearance anyway.
Plus, they could track me if I used it…
………………...
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……
…
.
I waited till everyone was asleep but there were always securities around.
So irritating!
But no one knows my house better than I do!
There’s a hidden exit at the garden and I can simply sneak my way out from there.
All I have to do I struggle my way through the bushes.
Along with my belongings, I was on my toes, trying to be as inaudible as possible.
Like what I guessed, no one guarded the gardens as they didn’t know that there’s a secret exit there.
I made my way through the bushes and got out.
SUCCESS! I screamed in my head.
BYE MY FUCKED UP LIFE, I’M GOING TO LIVE BETTER WITHOUT ALL OF YOU!
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A/N: Now I have 2 stories that are hanging…
I feel like I’m digging my own grave, but well, I’m not going to drop any of these 2, hopefully.
I want to apologise to my readers, even if there’s just a few of you, cos’ I’ll be away for about 1 month plus.
I need to pull my horrible grades up. So I hope you guys won’t forget about my not-so-good stories.
Take care (:
Author: Muffledd
Pairing: None at the moment, Hyunseung-centric
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Hyunseung wants to run away from his life, who will he meet and where will he go? He tries hard to adapt to the new environment, new faces, and new relationships.
Author's Notes: This is supposed to be a prologue but I think I made it too long, so now it's Chapter One. (:
------
What can you expect from a family with parents that you hardly see?
No one is around to reach out a hand to pull me through the hard times.
Kids with loving parents are just so blessed.
So what if I’m rich?
So what if both of my parents are top-notch lawyers in Korea?
So what if they are so famous that they are always on TV, on the news, and most of the time they either won a case for someone famous or for something major.
So what if I got everything I ask for?
Wait, no.
I actually don’t get everything.
Because I did ask for love, and apparently, I didn’t get it.
I did ask for warmth.
But why do I only keep feeling cold and lonely inside?
This doesn’t make any sense…
Whenever I see parents holding onto their children’s hand, giggling and enjoying themselves,
I always feel something named “Jealousy” stabbing right at my heart.
I’m jealous.
I really am.
And jealousy kills.
It’s killing me inside. Slowly, but surely.
I’m tired of this meaningless life.
What’s life when there’s no love?
What’s life when I’m already 18 yet I could count the number of times I’d actually reunite with my parents with merely my ten fingers?
Truth to be told, I don’t even think I need all 10 of them.
I watch the news just to be able to remember their faces.
This is pathetic.
I think the public know more about my parents than I, their only child, do...
My house is huge.
So enormous that the servants always complained that they should ride a bicycle around, it’ll be easier for them to clean.
That was true.
But what’s the point if the only ones in the house is me and the 10 odd maids and a butler?
Today, I was feeling down again…
At times like this, no one is there to be my listening ear.
Talking to the servants will be just wasting my breath.
They would always roll their eyes at me and give me a look that reads,
“You this lucky brat, your parents are so fucking rich that 1 million is like 10 cents to them. Why are you still unhappy with this life?!”
What do they even know…
I would love being them and giving them this LUCKY spot.
At least I can feel loved by their parents or anyone.
I reached out for the handle of my drawer and pulled it open.
Picking up a pen, I took out the black leather notebook from the drawer and flipped to the empty pages.
I started writing again.
Yes, you guessed it, it’s my diary. I always penned down how I feel in this book.
-------
19th Sept 2010
Dear Diary,
Today sucked again.
I feel like an empty shell.
Yeah, I know, it’s nothing new right?
There aren’t a lot of variations in the contents for my diary.
But I just can’t help it.
I thought I would be immune to the loneliness and pain by now.
I guess I’m utterly wrong then.
You’re my only friend… You know that don’t you…
No one in school wants to talk to me; they think I’ll be a stuck-up and spoilt kid just because of my powerful family background.
Please, they don’t even fucking know me…
Yesterday I overheard 2 boys discussing about me.
I didn’t eavesdrop on purpose; it’s just that I’m in the toilet stall while they are outside.
I did not dare to step out.
It would be so awkward for sure.
They said things along the lines that I’m unsociable, proud, blah blah blah, and how their parents warn them to stay far away from me because if they offended me by any means, I’ll get my parents to sue them and they can’t afford it.
Wtf. Seriously, wtf is wrong with everyone here?!
I’m sick of this “posh” life.
I don’t need all those privileges.
I have no interest in getting to know famous people and stars anyway.
They always act so friendly in front of me, I think their only motive is to leave a good impression on me so that my parents will think of them more highly.
Well, too bad, I never once say any of those things in front of my parents anyway.
In the first place, I don’t even have a chance to.
They rarely come home, always flying around the world.
Not even my birthday and New Year’s Day…
Damn my life…
If only I could just run away from here.
Run to somewhere far.
Where no one knows who I am, my background and my associations.
Then I would have friends!
Friends for the first time!
Oh my god, why does the thought of this cheers me up so much?
Suddenly, a light bulb lit up in my mind as I stopped writing for a moment.
I SHOULD run away!
How can I be so freaking dumb?
I should have thought of this long ago!
Hey diary,
I’ve decided… I’ll leave this horrible place and find love and warmth on my own!
-Hyunseung
I know this is impulsive, but I couldn’t care less.
I quickly got off my chair and started packing my stuffs.
I didn’t pack in my branded items and apparels; I kept reminding myself that I want to lead a normal life, not this extravagant one.
Then I noticed how little things I actually had…
Almost all my things my parents bought for me are branded or really expensive.
Arg, whatever. I can always buy new clothes when I get there.
All I brought was the money in my piggybank, the small bag that I packed all my commoner-look-alike stuffs in it, cell phone (I’m going to change my number anyway) and not forgetting my precious diary with a pen.
I didn’t bother to bring my credit cards.
My parents would seal the account once they know about my disappearance anyway.
Plus, they could track me if I used it…
………………...
………….
……
…
.
I waited till everyone was asleep but there were always securities around.
So irritating!
But no one knows my house better than I do!
There’s a hidden exit at the garden and I can simply sneak my way out from there.
All I have to do I struggle my way through the bushes.
Along with my belongings, I was on my toes, trying to be as inaudible as possible.
Like what I guessed, no one guarded the gardens as they didn’t know that there’s a secret exit there.
I made my way through the bushes and got out.
SUCCESS! I screamed in my head.
BYE MY FUCKED UP LIFE, I’M GOING TO LIVE BETTER WITHOUT ALL OF YOU!
-------
A/N: Now I have 2 stories that are hanging…
I feel like I’m digging my own grave, but well, I’m not going to drop any of these 2, hopefully.
I want to apologise to my readers, even if there’s just a few of you, cos’ I’ll be away for about 1 month plus.
I need to pull my horrible grades up. So I hope you guys won’t forget about my not-so-good stories.
Take care (: