Lydia:
"Any last words, Lydia?" A deep voice pierced through my ears as I tried to scan him through my last little bit of strength.
"It hurts," I moaned, tears streaming down from my cheeks while I clenched my jaws.
Laughter filled my ears when I heard a gunshot as it pierced through my stomach. "UGH!" I hissed, trying to look confident as I steadied my trembling hands and pointed the gun toward the way the voice was coming from but it was too late. It was already too late.
"Go to hell!" He said, shooting multiple times at me while I remained powerless, my legs wobbling.
I gritted my teeth and looked at the figure, drawing toward me. "Even if I'm in hell, I'll take you with me!"
He laughed, stomping on my hand when I tried to trigger the gun. "Ugh…. Ahhh…" I cried aloud while my senses dulled and he shot the last bullet at my - heart. "Y-ou…" I stammered, my eyes starting to blink and I saw everything in doubles when he went down on his knees, coming toward my ears.
"Goodbye, Lydia. Have a good sleep. Never to see you again."
I clenched my fists while my eyelids were forced to shut when I heard his faint footsteps drawing away from me.
"You can't sleep, Lydia." I choked out, tears stinging my eyes. "You never failed, and you won't fail this time as well." Each word felt like a weight on my chest, squeezing the air out of me while I struggled to stand up.
I gasped for breath, trying to push through the agony, and anger that consumed me. "But it hurts… it hurts so much…" My voice quivered.
I fought to shake off the negative thoughts that engulfed me and struggled to gather my consciousness again. But the pain was relentless, not escaping from me like a plague. "I can't hold on anymore," I admitted, my voice trembling as I gathered up all my energy to sit upward and glared at the figure leaving.
I gritted my teeth and anger raged within me as I breathed my last words, "I'll kill you, even if I'm dead."
A chuckle filled through my ears as the figure disappeared from my vision and I found myself covered in red.
Is this how I die? I chuckled as the smell of my blood entered my nose. I could feel my body turning numb. The pain, I wasn't feeling it anymore. Only rage burnt inside me. A smile adorned my lips while I lost all my strength when I felt a strange comfort engulfing me, and everything turned dark before me. I promise to…
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"Kill him…"
My eyes fluttered wide open as I immediately placed it on my heart while I sat up. I traced my arms over my neck, my eyes widening further. "So, I'm still alive?" I laughed aloud, while tears streamed down from my cheeks. "I'm still alive… I'm actually still alive!" I laughed while I hurried to get out of the bedsheets and rushed toward the mirror. "I'm still alive!" A bright smile adorned my face as I massaged my face when tears streamed down irresistibly.
"Lydia, calm down," I said to myself, taking a few deep breaths as I zoomed my eyes through the mirror.
"W-why am I in a gown? No, a wedding dress." I gasped as I traced my arms all over me and I pulled the dress over my chest region. "W-where are the scars?" I asked, my brows twitching in astonishment when fear instilled within me as I kept searching for my scars. "And… and, why am I not feeling any pain after almost dying?" Confusion coursed through my veins as I desperately searched for clues about what was happening. No matter what, after being almost dead, I should at least be in pain. But, why don't I feel any pain, where are the scars?
I circled around myself and glanced at the surroundings. "W-where am I? Am I already dead, and am I dreaming?" No, it's strange. Can we even dream after dying?
"Just what is happening?" I screamed aloud, taking out my frustration when a sharp pang of pain coursed as me while I winced in pain. "L…Lydia… What's happening…?"
My breath hitched and I blinked in suffocation while I broke down on my knees, desperately gasping for breath. "UGH!" Tears streamed down my cheeks as I massaged and slapped my forehead as my head hurt like hell. "J-just what is happening…?" I swallowed hard, beating my chest as it turned dark again.
I gasped in shock as I found myself surrounded in darkness and circled when I heard a chuckle.
"W-who are you? Are you the killer?" I asked, my eyes twitching with worry.
"Wrong guess. Think more."
I furrowed, recalling how the killer's voice sounded and ruled out the possibility. "No. You aren't the killer. So, who are you?" I asked, my mind foaming with worry. However, the killer's voice rang in my ears again and again. He… his voice… it seemed familiar.
"Hm…" My attention shifted back to the sound as I tried to search for him in this dark place. "You don't need to know me. Just know that you get your second life because of me."
My eyes widened in horror as I felt myself being pulled down when I regained consciousness, and I was back in the unfamiliar place.
"Second life…?" I mumbled, as I clenched my hands into a fist and stood up when someone knocked on the door.
"Lydia Quinn, come out! Otherwise, I will break the door, and get you out! You can't escape! You have to marry even if you're tied up!"
"L-Lydia Quinn? Marriage?" I gasped, my heart beating anxiously. What did she mean? The Quinn family… What am I doing in the Quinn family, and isn't Lydia Quinn the mute niece of the current master of the Quinn family? "What's happening?" My brows furrowed when a headache again consumed me. Not again… I gritted my teeth while I swayed my head, trying to get rid of the headache when I pierced the jots down. "Second life… Lydia Quinn…" I gasped, my eyes widened in surprise as I seemed to realize what was happening.