Disclaimer: I don't own K2

Aya woke up in the middle of the night. She had felt a little better and her headache went away. She looked around and saw that Kun wasn't in there.

'All the better for me,' she thought slowly getting out of the bed.

It creaked as her weight left it. She carefully walked to the door and opened it. Finding no one there she walked out to the living room and reached the front door. There was still no sign of Kun.

Sighing she opened the door and walked out. It was chilly so she wrapped her arms around herself.

'Wait….where the hell am I?' she thought looking around.

It was too dark to see and the street lights weren't helping any. She looked behind her and saw that the door was still open, but she just closed it and began walking.

Pretty soon she began to find her way out. It wasn't that hard considering he wasn't that far from her school. Once she reached the gate she broke out into a run.

("I wish you would just die! You're an abomination! I hate you! Get out of my life!")

She closed her eyes harshly as her mother's words rang through her mind. She stopped running and could feel warm tears fall down her face.

'It was an accident…I didn't mean to…I was just trying to protect myself…' she thought clutching her head.

Her eyes widened as she saw the ground beginning to take on a red tint. She closed her eyes tightly and shook it to get the thoughts out of her head. When she opened them she began running again. Her slender legs taking her back to her brother's house.

When she reached the door she banged on it. The lights flickered on in the house and Jung-Woo answered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Aya? Where were you?" he asked yawning.

She didn't say anything; she just launched herself into his arms sobbing.

"I'm a monster ani-ue, I'm a monster," she whispered.

Jung-Woo closed the door behind him and hugged her.

"What's wrong? What happened?" he asked.

"I'm a monster…I just can't forget it…I can't it's too hard…" she whispered crying into his chest.

He knew what she was talking about. He didn't know anything that would help her so he just let her cry on his shoulder. It was hard to see his sister like that. She was always tough and cheery, even though she went through a rough childhood.

"It's going to be alright," he whispered, "she's not here anymore."