"Ah In…"
"You must die, understand? You must."
No, I don't want to die, I thought to myself as tears fell down from my eyes which were pleadingly looking into my brother's cold menacing eyes.
Even after I've done everything to prove myself, even after being kicked out and decided to make my own life away from the Ah family, they still want to get me. Here I am, on the kitchen floor of my apartment, tied like an animal by those who should be my brother and sister, begging for my life.
All in the name of inheritance.
"She won't just accept it like that, Dong Hyun" Ah Young, my older sister replied, sneering down on me," Just feed her the poison quickly before someone comes."
"NO! No, please! I... I won't accept father's fortune. It's all yours. Take it! Just please, please let me live!" I said, tears now cascading even faster. I didn't want to die. "I'll disappear, I promise. I-"
SLAP!!
My right cheek stung. I couldn't even touch it as I was tied down by who were supposed to be my siblings. I looked up at my brother, who looked at me with so much hate.
"Father has planned to leave all his wealth to you," he said, more like he spat out disgustingly, "How can you, a lowly child of a prostitute, inherit his wealth." He snickered, "he must have gone crazy. We are his rightful children, yet all we are going to be left with is some of his money while you, YOU, get to inherit his company and nearly half of his wealth."
He leaned down and held my chin, "Do you think it's fair Ah In? The legitimate children, the RIGHTFUL HEIRS, only get a measly sum while the prostitute's daughter gets everything." He stroked my cheek gently. "That can't be now, can it?"
I silently begged him to have mercy. Even despite our status difference, I was still his sister. I looked toward the direction of Ah Young, asking for help. She stared back and maliciously smiled, "Don't look at me as if I'll help you. I've wanted you dead for as long as I can remember, you homewrecker." She laughed. "If you hadn't been so smart maybe you wouldn't be in this position."
It was hopeless, I thought, trying to reason with these people who were about to become murderers. I'm really going to die. After putting up with everything these last twenty-four years, I'm going to die like this!
Dong Hyun grabbed my face roughly, opening my mouth forcefully. He placed a bottle that had a black liquid on my lips. My eyes widened in horror as I realized it was poison. "This isn't going to be one of those nonpainful poison deaths you've seen," he said chuckling, "You deserve to get out of here in the most painful way possible, you wench!"
Ah Young came close to my ear and said, "Look on the bright side sister," she said, mockingly emphasizing on the sister part."You've always been whining about meeting your mother, now you'll get to see her."She wasn't wishing me the best, she was mocking me even at my final moments. "Do it already", she said, retreating," I want to see her gone from this world."
"Of course sister," he said, a malicious smile painted on his face. I begged him not to do this; not to stain his hands with his sister's blood; but the look in his eyes told me that I wasn't ever a sister, let alone family in his eyes. I was just a wall in the middle of him and his rightful inheritance that needed to be broken down as soon as possible. He tipped the bottle, the contents entering my mouth. I struggled and yelled but he continued pouring it into my mouth. It hurt. It burnt my throat as it entered. He threw me down on the flow as I tried to vomit it out, but I knew all too well that it was too late. My insides were on fire. Blood gushed out of my mouth and nose in such large amounts. My eyes were almost popping out, my whole body writhing in pain yet I couldn't even scream. It was horrible. I felt myself losing consciousness. I was really going to die like this. My whole body went numb, accepting my fate. The last I saw was my two siblings, looking at me, watching me die. They were laughing as if this was some entertaining show they had been waiting for their whole lives.
I curse you, I thought, I curse you both. May both of you never leave in peace. If I'm going to hell, then you will go to a place worse than hell. My death in your hands will be the symbol of your lifelong pain. You will never be free. I promise you you will not be happy. That was my final thought before I died; a curse that I didn't even get the pleasure of saying out loud.
If there was something I regret, it is that I didn't make that family pay for those many years of mistreatment.