Engravements are Forever [4.8.00] (standard:romance, 21262 words)
Author: Nickelis M. Wun	Added: May 05 2002	Views/Reads: 4060/2466	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This is a love story based on a true story, Its about a love that has never been broken through an epic story of unconditional love, its for the hopeless romantic, or the romantic that hasnt been nurtured inside you thats been repressed - Jet Wun [ Ji Won

Part 1 ********** June 17, 1999 My name is Mina Nam. I'm 19, still very
young, but I am dying. Not right now but my life is slowly fading away 
as I'm writing my story. At this moment I'm sitting 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 reflection in the water. My 
outside looks have changed drastically within the past few months, 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 
back from Ji Won. There are times that I wanted to tell him everything 
that I've done for 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 his love in return. Even though I'll leave this world 
pretty soon, my love for him will still remain. My story begins when I 
first met Ji Won six years ago on this one fateful day. It all started 
out.... 

********** Part 2 ********** October 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 voice sounds murderous and I didn't want 
to face her today. She had slapped and hit me 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 step mom with a really pissed off 
look on her face. She was holding that stick that I'm always afraid of. 
I winced 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 that I was the most beautiful girl in the world 
and how proud she was to be my mother. She said even though she'll be 
gone, her love is with me always. Tears rolled down my cheeks. ‘If you 
love me mommy, how can you be so selfish to leave me?' So now when I 
had turn 13 my dad had married Mok Young A, who is my step mom today. 
She was a cold-hearted woman who tortured me all day. Any self-esteem I 
had for myself was shattered and I was living a nightmare. My closet 
door suddenly opened. “There you are you wicked girl!” My step mom 
started cussing at me as she pulled me out and threw me onto the floor. 
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 desperately began 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 with your heart problems? If it wasn't for 
all these medical bills we wouldn't be so poor now!” I had this heart 
condition where air would suddenly shut off and I couldn't breathe. 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 
a pathetic excuse for a man) came in. He looked down at me with 
sorrowful eyes. He held my step mom's arm lightly and 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 after school for an hour. She was supposed to 
be home to go buy food for dinner and make 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 step mom's stick. I cried silently in pain and turned away. I 
didn't want to look at her. My dad said, “Well, dinner's just going to 
be a little late today. Mina, say sorry to your mom.” Despite the pain, 
I managed to say, “Sorry mom. Please forgive me.” My dad handed me some 
money. “Here. Go buy food to make mee-yuk-gook tonight.” My step mom's 
temper simmered down a little as my dad lead her out of my room. I 
picked up the money and headed for the store. Mr. Choi, the owner of 
Choi Food Market, shook his head as I walked in. He knew what kind of 
hell I was going through. I finished my shopping and checked out. 
“That'll be $3.49.” “What?” I asked. “Umm...Mr. Choi. That's 
impossible. With all this stuff it should be around $15.” “I know 
Mina.” Mr. Choi gave me a sad smile. “The exact price is $14.32. Why 
don't you keep the change for yourself?” I opened my mouth in shock. 
“Mr. Choi...I..I can't do that,” I said as I handed him 20. He only 
took five. “No. Keep it. I know that step mom of yours don't give you 
any money.” I looked up at Mr. Choi with tears in my eyes. Here he was, 
just a friend reaching out to me. I said thanks and headed for home. 

********** Part 3 ********** I decided to take a shortcut home but as I
passed the alley, a hand pulled me in. I was knocked to the ground and 
a shadow hovered over me. I began to scream but the same hand covered 
my mouth. “Shut up or I'll kill you!” I shut my mouth instantly. I 
didn't want to die yet. In the moon's reflection I got a good look of 


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