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FOURTH day out of SEVEN days.

God, how long was this going to take, now I had hand prints on my neck. From a few minutes, so hopefully it'll fade.

It was like 9pm, and obviously my mother was out of her head. I went upstairs to have a five minute break before attempting to even calm her down. 

The bruise on my cheekbone was still pretty purple, less blue, more greenish.

Man, I just hope it goes away in two days.

I took a deep breath before heading downstairs, and it was surprisingly quiet, so I thought she would've fallen asleep already. But no, she was occupied drinking more soju and whatnot.

I walked by her and she actually didn't say anything to me, which was a little surprise.

I cleaned some dishes and organised the kitchen a little so it looked proper, god, I couldn't imagine how she lived if she left it a mess after drinking.

"YERIN!" Her voice yelled for me. And I gave an inaudible groan, fucks sake. She couldn't just be normal could she?

"Huh?"

"I wish I NEVER married your dad, I wish it was NEVER him. If I didn't marry your dad, I wouldn't of had YOU, and I would've been living a rich, happy life." She slurred her words, "Instead I have to live alone with NO daughter because she's too lazy with her stupid Seoul life." She let out a psh.

"Hm, yeah." I just decided to go along with it, there's no need in provoking her, it'll just be a worse outcome for me.

It did kind of hurt to hear her say that she basically wishes she didn't have me. But it is what it is. It's not like I see her everyday, and she's only saying this because she's drunk out of her head.

I gave a small sigh as she continued to ramble on about how miserable everything is and how she hates everything and wishes she picked better options in life.

I quietly snuck back to the kitchen, cleaning it up, it was honestly a mess, somehow. It seemed as if she had like, smashed bottles in the kitchen for whatever reason. But anyways, I cleaned the shards up quickly before any of us got injured in the morning.

Just two more days, I kept telling myself. But at the same time I felt guilty, because after I go back to Seoul, she'll be back to drinking, not being herself, acting out and then forgetting everything the morning after. And a constant cycle.

She's literally destroying herself, and that hurt my heart really. The parent I grew up, the one I ran up to when school was over, the one who I baked with, the one who let me stay off school because I didn't feel like going - she was losing herself.

I swallowed a thick lump in my throat, unsure of how I should feel about this entire situation. 

I tried to disregard it as much as I could, but looking at the bruises on my arm, and my neck and my collarbone, it was hard for me to find some sympathy for her at the moment. Was I being a bad daughter? Do I actually hate my mother or is this feeling just temporary.

I finally finished cleaning up the kitchen, I turned around to look at the state the living room was in, and I just sighed, she was drinking till she literally drops, swigging full bottle of soju like it was water. Goddamn it mother.

"Mother, why do you do this to yourself." I gathered courage to speak, she was my mother, afterall, I can't be afraid of the person who raised me.

She slammed her glass bottle on the table, and looked over at me, her vision looked dazed and she was wobbling side to side slightly even though she was sat down.

"Why?! Why do I do this to myself!?!?" She sounded mad, for some reason, "YOU give me the reasons to, YOU are at fault, YOU and your STUPID father." My mother pointed her finger at me as she shouted bitterly.

I just gave a sigh, okay, but what exactly did I do for this to happen?

"What did I even do?!" I exclaimed back, seriously, it was getting out of hand now.

She stood up, holding the empty bottle of soju in her hand, she was swaying horribly and I wasn't sure whether she was going to pass out right there and then.

"My daughter is a FUCKING lowlife." She pointed the bottle at me, "good for NOTHING, nothing but stupid boys and a stupid fucking face." And the unexpected, she threw the bottle - aiming towards me. 

Her aim was so bad, and I'm honestly not surprised, it hit the wall and smashed into pieces. I flinched at that, okay, my heart rate increased massively, I didn't know she was trying to kill me.

"I'M EMBARRASSED!" She yelled, starting to throw all sorts of things around the room, "THE OTHER MOTHERS ASK ME WHAT MY DAUGHTER DOES, AND I HAVE TO SAY SHE STUDIES BIOLOGY IN SEOUL - ALL THEIR DAUGHTERS ARE DOING SOMETHING USEFUL WITH THEIR LIVES, THEY HAVE JOBS, AND YOU?!" She threw another empty bottle at the wall. 

Damn the shattering was loud.

I tried to calm her, attempting to hold her arms so she wouldn't get violent again. This was scary, something I would've never guessed to happen.

Surprisingly she was strong as fuck while drunk, she grabbed a bottle and LITERALLY threw it at me, I instinctively tried to duck my head down, letting out a scream as I felt partial shards of glass hit my skin.

Most of it went on the table though, thankfully.

"STOP" I yelled, trying to take all the sharp objects from the table that could be used as weapons. But she collected empty soju bottles like a hoarder, she just launched them one after one.

And the whole house was filled with shattering glass, screaming.

Until I just could not take it anymore, I wiped my tears, rushing out of the door and covering my mouth to conceal my crying.

I looked up to the person holding my shoulders, panic stricken over his face.

And from a short distance, you could just hear the sound of glass shattering.