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What I Did For Love

What I Did For Love



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Published by Au Duong Tinh

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Published by: Au Duong Tinh on Nov 14, 2007
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~*:: What I Did For Love ::*~
by v.a.l.
Part 1 June 17, 1999My name is Mina Nam. I’m 19, still very young, but I am dying. Not right nowbut my life is slowly fading away as I’m writing my story. At this moment I’msitting at ‘our’ spot. Mine and Eun Ji Won, the love of my life.The sun is slowly beginning to set over the lake. I took a glance at my reflectionin the water. My outside looks have changed drastically within the past fewmonths, but the water reflected the true me. Inside I’m still the same person.I have done and given so much for love but never once, have I received it backfrom Ji Won. There are times that I wanted to tell him everything that I’ve donefor him and make him love me back. But I can’t. Love is not selfish.So I did what felt right. I keep giving Ji Won my love and I never asked for hislove in return. Even though I’ll leave this world pretty soon, my love for him willstill remain. My story begins when I first met Ji Won six years ago on this onefateful day. It all started out… 
 Part 2October 31, 1993 “You better come back here you good for nothing brat!” I covered my ears with my palms. That was my stepmother calling me. Her voicesounds murderous and I didn’t want to face her today. She had slapped and hitme too much already. I’m afraid I can’t take it anymore so I hid in my closet.I peeked through the crack in my closet and saw my stepmom with a reallypissed off look on her face. She was holding that stick that I’m always afraid of. Iwinced thinking about how much it would hurt if she hits me with it again.I’m just thirteen and whoever said 13 was an unlucky number, they were right.My mom had died when I was just turning ten. Before she died she told me thatI was the most beautiful girl in the world and how proud she was to be mymother. She said even though she’ll be gone, her love remains with me always.Tears rolled down my cheeks. ‘If you love me mommy, how can you be so selfishto leave me?’ So now when I had turn 13 my dad had married Mok Young A,who is my stepmom today. She was a cold-hearted woman who tortured me allday. Any self-esteem I had for myself was shattered and I was living anightmare.My closet door suddenly opened.
 “There you are you wicked girl!” My stepmom started cussing at me as she pulled me out and threw me onto thefloor. I began to tremble because I knew what was going to happen next.*Whack whack whack.*I cried out in pain but I knew that no one is going to hear my cries. I desperatelybegan to gasp for air. My heart was aching again. I couldn’t breathe. “Not again! Don’t you see how much you’re costing your father and me withyour heart problems? If it wasn’t for all these medical bills we wouldn’t be sopoor now!” I had this heart condition where air would suddenly shut off and I couldn’tbreathe. The doctors are trying to save me by giving me a respirator and pills,but they’re not sure how much longer I’ll be able to live. My dad (who was apathetic excuse for a man) came in.He looked down at me with sorrowful eyes. He held my stepmom’s arm lightlyand said, “I think she had enough. You don’t want her to have another attack.Calm down and let’s have dinner.”  “That’s why I’m hitting her!” she yelled. “She got detention and stayed afterschool for an hour. She was supposed to be home to go buy food for dinner andmake it. Your daughter is so evil. She wants me to starve or something!”  “I didn’t get detention. The teacher wanted to talk to me about—“But I was cut off by the whack of my stepmom’s stick. I cried silently in pain andturned away. I didn’t want to look at her.

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