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HANA BECAME CURIOUS. She really wanted to know who stopped her from getting what she deserved.

She didn't know if she was meant to be angry or thankful. Hana peeled off the top of her kimchi flavoured noodle bowl. Taking her chopsticks, she blowed at her noodles.

She brought the food up and began to eat her noodles. The way it melted in her mouth made her give a sigh in pleasure.

'This has got to be the best noodle's i've ever tasted.' She said as she continued to slurp up the remaining.

'I'm really thankful, er-' She didn't know what to call the elder women.

'Just call me halmeoni, and your welcome. We don't get to see nice young girls like you nowadays.'

After finishing off, Hana pushed her chair back and stood up. She threw the empty noodle bowl in the bin and washed the chopsticks, leaving them at the side to dry.

'You can stay in the room you woke up in. My grandson is working night shift today, so i'm sure it won't be a problem.'

Hana just nodded. They both bid their goodbyes and went to bed. She got into the blanket, a whift of men's aftershave caught her nose.

A small blush crept onto her cheeks,as she realised she was sleeping in a boy's bed. Closing her eyes, she snuffed  in the addictive smell.

The thoughts still consumed her. In the end, Hana decided it was better to not know who the mysterious man was.

Maybe then, she didn't have to owe him anything.

She curled herself into a ball, and let herself drift away into dreamland.

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Hana woke up extremely early. There was no sound in the house which meant that halmeoni was still asleep.

She got out of the bed, and went into the bathroom. After washing up, Hana changed into her original clothes.

Before leaving, she left a note, showing her gratidude. And apologizing for taking their time.

Hana took a taxi to her apartment. Unlocking the door, she entered her bedroom. The apartment sickened her. It was filled with memories that she didn't want to remember.

She gathered her belongings and shoved them into a random suitcase. She grabbed her phone and charger and put them into a small sidebag along with her money.

The government hardly paid her anything. Sometimes she wished they knew how it felt to barely survive, but of course, why would fate be on her side.
She wanted to get out of here. But, she had nowhere to go.

She left her suitcase at the side of the door and entered the bathroom. Hana stripped herself from her clothing as she let the warm water run down her back.

She gave an exasparated sigh, as she looked down at the scars that painted her body. She couldn't even start to count how many she had, there was just too much.

Each one had its own story. A story of how a filthy person she was. How she was a disgrace to mankind. How all of them ended with another fault at her head.

But none of them hurted as much as the one that scarred across her abodomen. Ironic wasn't it? The fact that she didn't physically
do it to herself but she was still the cause of it.

Tears trimmed her eyes as she stared at it. She turned her head and reached for the razor on the sink counter. She took the cap off and eyed it.

Her eyes now a waterfall for her emotions. She placed the razor gently on her skin, but no matter how she urged to graze it more harshly, she couldn't.

Why?

She didn't even know herself. She had done it countless of times before, so why couldn't she do it now.

Furiously, she flung the razor, as it skidded across the bathroom tile.

Her sobbing became louder and heavier as  one thought crossed her mind.

Why did you save me?