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Disclaimer: My storyline is pretty similar to the movie, The Haunting and I got a lot of ideas from it, so I just thought I'd put in a disclaimer.

Jessica's POV

The couch I was laying on was so soft and comfortable; I never wanted to leave. I had my iPad held above me and I was flipping through my Facebook.

"Jessica, bali vaa!" shouted my father in Korean. He wanted me to come quickly. I clicked out of the page and ran upstairs.

I stopped in front of the closed master bedroom doors and quickly adjusted my sweatpants and pulled down my tank top to cover my midriff. My dad was still picky about that stuff even though we've lived in the U.S for about eleven years now. He was way too protective and conservative.

I stepped in to see him flipping through a newspaper—reading the news old school style. He looked up at me and patted the space next to him.

"'Sup, Abujji?"

He frowned at my slang and I rolled my eyes. He cleared his throat after a minute of silence which made me frown.

"Is school okay?"

"Why are you acting so weird?" I asked. He usually didn't ask about my social life in school.

He ran a hand through his thinning hair. "I have some news. You are going to move back to Korea and live with your aunt."

I scoffed. What was he talking about? I had a great life here. I loved my friends, and I was in string ensemble and select choir. Plus, my grades were awesome this semester. I felt like I couldn't have had a better year.

"I am being serious." he said.

"So am I," I snapped. He couldn't be joking around like this.

"I am sending you to a school in Seoul."

I clenched my hands. "No you aren't." I couldn't believe he was trying to pull me away from the only home I ever remembered. All my friends were here, my social life, my only life. I didn't know of the Korea that my father spoke so fondly of. Of course, I spoke Korean at home and celebrated the traditional festivals; nevertheless, for me, Korea was a far off land. It was one that I heard of often from my father and sometimes dreamed of visiting but never wanted to live in.

"You have no choice. I have enrolled you in school. The first semester starts on March 9th."

Blood flooded to my checks and I tried to hold in the rush of angry tears. "But that's only a week away!"

"Yes. You must start packing."

I mumbled, under my breath, in shock, "Oh my freaking gosh."

My dad looked at me sharply, but his look didn't soften in pity. In fact, it only grew more determined.

"Let me help you pack," he said and pushed himself off the bed. I stared at his back. I turned to the wall and let a tear escape. But before I could start bawling, I locked my muscles, took a few deep breaths, and followed my dad downstairs to get a suitcase.

/_-_-_\

"We need to have a serious talk," I demanded at the dinner table that night. I had finished my packing, but I still couldn't find a reasonable explanation for why I was leaving so suddenly.

"Of course." He didn't look me in the eyes and asked, "Pass the kimchi, please."

I ignored him. "Why are you sending me to Korea? I haven't gotten a proper explanation except for 'It's for your own good,' and 'Because I said so.'" My tone was bitter as I made hand quotation marks, stressing his the lame points he'd made.

There was a tense moment of silence in which my dad just stared at the bowl of kimchi like it would grow legs and walk towards him. Finally, he sighed, "Because of your Omma."

My jaw dropped open. I almost let a few cuss words fly out of my mouth, but I clenched my hands and bit my cheek and I soon tasted blood. I tried to keep my tone level as I said, "What about her? She's in a hospital. How does that have anything to do with me?"

"Do you even remember anything that happened?" My dad suddenly screamed. He slammed his hands down on the table and leaned forward. "Do you not remember the pain, the blood, the emotional trauma you suffered? We suffered?"

Air was suddenly absent. My whole body stiffened; my eyelids slammed shut. My throat constricted, and it was like someone was squeezing my airways. I suddenly couldn't breathe—I couldn't see. I gasped like a fish above water, trying to find my breath. I clenched my chest as I was struck with the memory.

A strangled noise escaped me and my dad ran around the table to see if I was alright. I was lumped in my chair. I couldn't believe he would actually dare bring such a dark time up for me.

He stroked my back and murmured in my ear, "It's for your own good. Please. Please, listen to me." He pried my hands away from my clutched chest. "I just want you to be safe. I don't want any mistakes to be repeated."

I couldn't take it anymore, and just like that, my boring, albeit, peaceful life was gone once again. Pushing myself off of the ground, I stumbled towards the stairs and wearily climbed up. My father made no attempt to stop me and just sat on the ground where I had just been hallucinating on. How could he bring back those memories? Just when I was starting to forget. Just when I was beginning to have a normal life.

/_-_-_\

I wish I could say that I really tried in resisting in going to Korea. I wish I could have said that I was brave enough to argue and shout with my dad and try to make him let me stay. I wish I had had more time to say my goodbyes.

The week passed before I knew it. My abujji let my drop all my homework and hang out with my friends everyday of the week. On Friday, I walked around the school, skipping all my classes, and sat in the bathroom. A teacher found me playing on my phone and I got a detention.

You should have seen her face when I told her I was moving to Korea. I think it might have made my whole week.

Nonetheless, it was finally Sunday and I stood in the foyer with my father. I had my two large suitcases and my hand luggage. My dad told me that I would be getting a uniform from the school, but I still brought half my closet. It gave me a little comfort to know he couldn't stop me from doing that.

I looked him in the eye and said softly, "Why? Why tear me up and drop me half-way across the world?"

He swallowed and patted my shoulder awkwardly. "For your own good." he repeated the same sad excuse for the umpteenth time. My dad wasn't the best at expressing his love. At this moment, I needed it most, and he couldn't even give me that.

"Ga ja," He slipped into Korean and ushered me out the door.

I followed him into the car and the ride to the airport was quiet the whole way.

At the airport, I barely stood with him more than fifteen minutes. I quickly piled my luggage onto a cart. After getting the two large suitcases weighed, tagged, and put on the conveyer belt, I walked back to my abujji with just my hand luggage.

"Bye," I said tonelessly. My eyes were dull even though it was a clear and sunny day outside. Spring was in full bloom and the bustle of shuttle trains and different languages filled the giant airport. The glass walls let sunlight stream in as security guards patrolled the premises with walky-talkies in hand.

I turned around and walked away, my ticket hanging in my hand. My father didn't say anything and my feet carried me through the security. I finally collapsed in my seat in the plane after I had entered the terminal.

I glanced out the window, waiting for the plane to take off, and suppressed a heavy sigh.

"Bye bye, San Frany," I said fondly and closed my eyes sadly.

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