Dance Like No One's Watching
From Livable To Hell
~Eun Hae~
I'd forgotten about skipping sixth period, I scream in my head as I bolt out of the classroom. That was the only time that Jae Mi unnie allowed me to use the karaoke rooms for free. I mentally slap myself and go home, calling out to an empty house. Even though I loved my dad to pieces, sometimes I wish he were home more. "Eun Hae, why are you home so early?" I hear appa ask from behind me. I grin and spin around but the grin slips away as I take in the scene behind me. A woman that looked like she could be my older sister was clinging to appa's arm, on her left hand was a large diamond ring. "Ah, Eun Hae, this is your new stepmother. You weren't home so much that I couldn't tell you about it." Appa smiles and I quickly give him a fake smile, staring at the woman. "Hello, I'm Hana." The woman smiles, but I can tell it's an exact replica of the one on my face right now. "Since I'm not home a lot, your stepmother will be here. Please do what she tells you to do." I nod and he leads his new trophy wife around the house. I'm frozen, he really didn't understand others feelings before, but not telling his daughter about a teenage wife is something you don't just tell someone. I make myself some ramyun and am eating it when the happy couple come into the kitchen. "Well, I left work early, so I have to go. Please have some girl bonding time." Appa leaves the woman standing there and goes out. The woman waits for him to pull out of the driveway before turning on me with a ugly as fuck face. "You will not interrupt me and your father's relationship. If he pays just a second more attention to you than he does to me, you'll regret it. She hands me a sheet of paper and says "These are my food allergies, I'm not cooking, so you have to." She sashays out of the room and I read the paper, not believing that she has this many allergies. Shaking my head, I study for the quiz while I make a dinner that is allergy free for my stepmother. We eat in silence and I go to sleep early after locking my door and window.
I wake up to banging on my door. "What!" I yell and the woman yells back "Get up and make breakfast!" Dragging myself out of bed, I take a shower and put my uniform on with my track pants underneath and my varsity jacket over it, placing my wig on my head. Putting an extra pair of clothes in my bag, I grab my phone and skateboard, going downstairs into the kitchen. Making her a nutritious omelet, I grab a bag of chips and stuff my feet in my shoes. "Ya! What is this?" The woman yells and a still burning hot pan it shoved into my hands, burning them and my forearms. Dropping it, I quickly run into the kitchen, putting my hands under running water. Going back out, I clean up the mess and slam cereal, milk, a bowl and a spoon on the counter before leaving. Slipping between the gates at the last moment, I carefully hold my skateboard so that I don't rub my new burns and get to class just as Mr. Jung is walking in. "Mr.Jung! Wait!" I shout and he pauses, waiting for me to get to the door. "What happened to your hands?" He asks and I just wave him off, going into the classroom and sitting at my seat, ignoring the new students. Grabbing the bottle of cleaning alcohol, I go to the sink in the back, and pour it all over my burns, not even making a sound as it burns my arms even more. Patting them dry with paper towels, I bandage them, sitting back down. "What happened?" I hear several voices ask at once and ignore them, taking notes, despite the pain in my hands. Dance time went by fast, me ignoring the pain that was building up in me. As soon as the sixth period bell rings, I'm out of there, changing into my extra clothes and going to Jae Mi unnie's karaoke place. She waves me in and I go to my usual room, number six.
Picking my sad and pissed off playlist, I belt out the lyrics, tears coming to my eyes at the last song, a pain in my chest making it unbearable to sing the rest of it. This is the same feeling I had when I was first bullied, the feeling of being helpless. I love appa enough to put up with this witch, but I don't know for how long.
For the next two weeks, my schedule went like that. Waking up to that woman yelling at me to make breakfast and then always throwing something at me, whether it was a knife or a glass bottle. She seemed to enjoy it more everyday. I got to school just on time and made sure to hide all of my injuries. I would dance with the class, take notes and then go to karaoke, where I'd sing out all my feelings, knowing they were usually bad feelings. On a Tuesday night, I was walking through the parking lot when a car comes screeching up the ramp and the headlights blind me, I feel it hit me and I fly into the air. Landing in a crumpled heap, I see someone get out of the car and shake me. I look up at there blurry face, and the last thing I ask before blacking out, was why my stepmom was racing through a parking lot.
I'd forgotten about skipping sixth period, I scream in my head as I bolt out of the classroom. That was the only time that Jae Mi unnie allowed me to use the karaoke rooms for free. I mentally slap myself and go home, calling out to an empty house. Even though I loved my dad to pieces, sometimes I wish he were home more. "Eun Hae, why are you home so early?" I hear appa ask from behind me. I grin and spin around but the grin slips away as I take in the scene behind me. A woman that looked like she could be my older sister was clinging to appa's arm, on her left hand was a large diamond ring. "Ah, Eun Hae, this is your new stepmother. You weren't home so much that I couldn't tell you about it." Appa smiles and I quickly give him a fake smile, staring at the woman. "Hello, I'm Hana." The woman smiles, but I can tell it's an exact replica of the one on my face right now. "Since I'm not home a lot, your stepmother will be here. Please do what she tells you to do." I nod and he leads his new trophy wife around the house. I'm frozen, he really didn't understand others feelings before, but not telling his daughter about a teenage wife is something you don't just tell someone. I make myself some ramyun and am eating it when the happy couple come into the kitchen. "Well, I left work early, so I have to go. Please have some girl bonding time." Appa leaves the woman standing there and goes out. The woman waits for him to pull out of the driveway before turning on me with a ugly as fuck face. "You will not interrupt me and your father's relationship. If he pays just a second more attention to you than he does to me, you'll regret it. She hands me a sheet of paper and says "These are my food allergies, I'm not cooking, so you have to." She sashays out of the room and I read the paper, not believing that she has this many allergies. Shaking my head, I study for the quiz while I make a dinner that is allergy free for my stepmother. We eat in silence and I go to sleep early after locking my door and window.
I wake up to banging on my door. "What!" I yell and the woman yells back "Get up and make breakfast!" Dragging myself out of bed, I take a shower and put my uniform on with my track pants underneath and my varsity jacket over it, placing my wig on my head. Putting an extra pair of clothes in my bag, I grab my phone and skateboard, going downstairs into the kitchen. Making her a nutritious omelet, I grab a bag of chips and stuff my feet in my shoes. "Ya! What is this?" The woman yells and a still burning hot pan it shoved into my hands, burning them and my forearms. Dropping it, I quickly run into the kitchen, putting my hands under running water. Going back out, I clean up the mess and slam cereal, milk, a bowl and a spoon on the counter before leaving. Slipping between the gates at the last moment, I carefully hold my skateboard so that I don't rub my new burns and get to class just as Mr. Jung is walking in. "Mr.Jung! Wait!" I shout and he pauses, waiting for me to get to the door. "What happened to your hands?" He asks and I just wave him off, going into the classroom and sitting at my seat, ignoring the new students. Grabbing the bottle of cleaning alcohol, I go to the sink in the back, and pour it all over my burns, not even making a sound as it burns my arms even more. Patting them dry with paper towels, I bandage them, sitting back down. "What happened?" I hear several voices ask at once and ignore them, taking notes, despite the pain in my hands. Dance time went by fast, me ignoring the pain that was building up in me. As soon as the sixth period bell rings, I'm out of there, changing into my extra clothes and going to Jae Mi unnie's karaoke place. She waves me in and I go to my usual room, number six.
Picking my sad and pissed off playlist, I belt out the lyrics, tears coming to my eyes at the last song, a pain in my chest making it unbearable to sing the rest of it. This is the same feeling I had when I was first bullied, the feeling of being helpless. I love appa enough to put up with this witch, but I don't know for how long.
For the next two weeks, my schedule went like that. Waking up to that woman yelling at me to make breakfast and then always throwing something at me, whether it was a knife or a glass bottle. She seemed to enjoy it more everyday. I got to school just on time and made sure to hide all of my injuries. I would dance with the class, take notes and then go to karaoke, where I'd sing out all my feelings, knowing they were usually bad feelings. On a Tuesday night, I was walking through the parking lot when a car comes screeching up the ramp and the headlights blind me, I feel it hit me and I fly into the air. Landing in a crumpled heap, I see someone get out of the car and shake me. I look up at there blurry face, and the last thing I ask before blacking out, was why my stepmom was racing through a parking lot.
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4/23/15