“Yeah. It’s this one here.” I was awoken by my mums voice which sounded alarmingly close to my bedroom. I threw on a long t-shirt and opened the door.


I gasped when I was greeted by a large, bald man with a toolkit in dirty work gear. I yanked on the t-shirt to try and cover myself.


“What is going on?” I snapped, glaring at my mum.


“I’m taking your door off, Jisoo.”


“You’re fucking what?” I yelled. The man stood awkwardly, clearly unsure of what to do.


“Well, what else did you expect, Jisoo? You’ve ended up in hospital so many times because of your reckless actions, I have to keep an eye on you, don’t I?”


“You’ve got to be joking, don’t you?” I yelled. “You’ve been nothing but controlling since I left hospital. You’re not taking my fucking door off. I’m seventeen, I need some fucking privacy.”


“You’re too reckless to have privacy, Jisoo. I’m just trying to help you.” She motioned for the man to start the job he’d been asked to do.


“This is fucking ridiculous.”


I stormed back into my room, threw on some scruffy trousers, grabbed a bag and started shoving any essentials in sight into it.


“Where do you think you’re going?” My mum snapped, entering the room behind me. “You’re not trusted to leave this house.”


“Oh, or what? What are you actually going to do?” I scoffed as I continued to pack.


My mum was silent for a minute before speaking again.


“Well, where are you even going? Who’s going to take you in when you’re such a reckless liability right now?”


I barely made eye contact as I fastened the bag, feeling the rage from her comment but suppressing it.

“I know who will.”