Trigger warning- Suicide and Self-Harm content ahead, parental guidance suggested.
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"Where am I? Am I dead after falling into that pit?'
I say as I look for a piece of glass from the street and make a cut on the palm of my other hand.
'Bitch! That hurt'
I looked at my left palm bleeding and the shrill pain coursing through my veins. That's self-harm, and that's not something I'm a stranger to. I shake off
the thought of being dead or falling into the pit as there are no scratches on my body. I might have passed put after my failed date this morning. Thinking of which, I feel gloomier.
I help myself up and walk and dust off my pretty pink dress, that's when I notice the unusually deserted streets, with stores all open and cars all parked, but no sign of any living being all around.
The flowers are all in bloom but no single bee around the sweet nectar.
That made me question myself, 'Shin Ha-Yun, are you sure you aren't dead?'
No, it can't be, I have always wished I was dead, but when I really am, do I still have to bleed this way? Do I still need to feel the pain like this? Do I still need to remember that prick who rejected me for some fancy-ass model? It can't be, if this is death, I sure don't feel any differences in the suffering of both the worlds. I fall on my knees in the middle of a busy street, or at least what it used to be. It was all deserted and only my sobs could be heard.
Oh well, how impolite of me to forget to introduce myself.
I am Shin Ha-Yun, a nerd by childhood and still a disappointment for many. My parents got divorced when I was 3, while my Mom went off and never looked back, my Dad married a stripper from the club he owns. Interesting, right?
I was quite a good student in school and the favored student by professors but didn't have many friends, except for the one I lost in an accident a year ago. As for my love life, that's the sole reason I'm dead now- the handsome devil Min Yoo-Song.
Speaking of the devil, if I'm dead, shouldn't I be in heaven or hell? What in the afterworld am I doing in a dimension that looks like my town? And why does my head hurt so much?
Just then I remember all the events from that particular morning.
9 AM
I wake up to my alarm beeping rapidly. And there was a note, "Date at 4 PM."
By 10 AM, I was completely dressed in my pink dress, the one I specially bought for this date, with Min Yoo-Song, the man I admired since we were kids, he finally asked me out. In the mirror, I looked at my dark blonde hair, I was the only one in my family to have this hair color and I think it's cool. The sleeves of my knee-length dress were short, but gladly, it did not expose much cleavage or did not feel vulgar in any way, I tied my hair up in a bun and put an overcoat on, so I didn't draw any unnecessary attention. I grabbed my glasses and covered the green eyes that looked extra starry today, maybe because of the excitement of meeting Yoo-Song.
Putting the overcoat on, I grabbed my car keys and headed downstairs just to see the house help doing their jobs. I walked to the table and sat down for breakfast, a maid poured me a glass of juice and served me some Kimchi Toast. Looks like a good start to the day as I haven't seen my father's wife yet.
After finishing my breakfast, I drove off to work. Sounds strange huh? The daughter of a multi-millionaire bar owner working to make a living. But it is what it is. I have chosen a line different from that of my family and work as a writer. I've published 3 English novels and all of them have topped the charts, but still nothing that my dad cares about.