| Fan Fiction |
by <3 Jae
“Thank you.”
I didn’t think that anyone would have wanted to talk to me, especially not the most popular boy in the school.
“Is this seat taken?”
I shook my head in reply, confusingly thinking about why he would choose to sit next to a loner like me. Sitting in silence for a while, I pondered about the reason as to why he sat next to me. Girls were pointing at us; obviously his unofficial fan club. Drawn to the attention of the girls, that was one thing I didn’t like. Although, it was true, I didn’t get much attention but when I did, I didn’t want it either, so you could say that…I was just anti-social.
I fiddled around with my bracelet; it was a small key. The key was used to open the locket which was hanging from my neck. Inside the locket, was the only picture of my mother and father that I had managed to get my hands on.
“Can I see that?”
He was pointing to the locket, the silver locket. I half heartedly unclipped the clasp that was holding the two ends of the chain together and handed it to him. Partially, I thought that he was going to run away with it and show it to the guys and girls but most of my heart thought otherwise. I trusted him, even though I had just started speaking to him, communicating with him. He fumbled with the locket with his fingers, trying to open the locket. He looked at me and I took off my bracelet, inserted the key into the keyhole and turned. There was a small clicking noise and the locket sprang open, revealing a black and white photo of a man and a woman.
“Your mother and father?”
I bent my head slightly as a nod. After a while, he returned the locket to me and I clasped it back around my neck. Silence overtook the atmosphere once more.
“What happened to them?”
I had hoped that no one would ask that in my life. I didn’t really want to discuss it but something about him made me want to talk to him about it.
“They died…in a car accident.”
He looked at me.
“Oh…I’m sorry…”
I said that it didn’t matter, but it actually did. Using the word “died” really bought memories back; then collision, the blood. I must’ve winced or something because JaeJoong looked at me, weirdly.
“I’m sorry; did I bring back memories?”
His voice was so soothing and sweet and understanding.
“Yes…”
“I’m really sorry. Do you want to move to another topic?”
Do I? I wanted to talk to him about it but then again, half of my heart refused and didn’t want my past to be revealed to a total stranger whom I had just met a couple of minutes ago. Instead of answering his question with a straight yes or no, I decided to tell him the details.
“When the car accident happened, I remembered the blood everywhere. My white dress was drenched with blood as well and I remembered my mother screaming in the front seat. Everything else went black after that. The last sound I remembered was the ambulance.”
I stopped and looked at him. His look was something along the lines of “Go on…”.
“When I woke up, I was in the hospital. Later on, my brother dumped me at an orphanage because he didn’t want me and ever since, I’ve been traveling from one home to another because people didn’t want me.”
I stopped. I felt a tear slid down my face. JaeJoong bent over to look at me. He took out a handkerchief and handed it to me. If I wasn’t crying, I would’ve thought about…why would a guy have a handkerchief in his pocket?
“You know…my parents died too..."
Was he trying to make me feel better? By talking about his past in exchange for mine? Nevertheless, I listened.
“I was about 8 years old when I came home from school one day. The house was completely silent and I thought that was strange because my mother usually came running and hugged me and asked about my school day.”
I saw a faint smile form on his lips, curved at the edges, as he relived his childhood memories.
“I called my mother quite a number of times but there was still no answer. When I walked to the kitchen, I had walked into my worst nightmare.”
I had noticed that his hands had formed into a fist, in anger.
“There was blood on the floor.”
I gasped.
“It was my parents’ blood. My father had arrived home early that day. The dark images of my mother and father came into view as I stepped over their mangled bodies.”
“JaeJoong ah…”
“I caught a glimpse of the murderer though but seriously, who would believe an 8 year old kid?”
I handed the handkerchief back to him, seeing as he probably needed it.
“JaeJoong ah…maybe you should stop talking about them…”
“You know, you are the first person I’ve told this to…”
“Same here…”
“But isn’t there something you’re holding back?”
“Such as?”
“Such as the fact that you probably had some weird powers…Am I right?”
...
“Yes…”
“You know…I know how you feel. I’ve already got someone else’s blood on my hands…”
JaeJoong looked at his hand, as if expecting blood to suddenly pour out of his pale hands.
“You’ve killed someone?!”
“Yea…the murderer…”
“How?”
He looked at me with the expression of surprise.
“Why…the same way that you nearly killed that person when you were younger…”