𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖊𝖘 || JJK

CHAPTER 1

Curled up in bedsheets,dried tears,swollen eyes and bit of hope
That's a normal start of a day for me
The heaviness on the chest when I wake up that's what keeps me reminding every morning that I live in a cruel world where all the flowers are blood flowers

all the sparks are of desire and lust but not from those from heaven but from those from hell
desire and lust of impures and
when I say impures

I mean by those animals and monsters who even forget about humanity
all those stars are not stars they are scars

Ocean shores well that's what keeps up the hope of staying strong even if the desire of drowning inside the deep water of ocean finding its beauty that I was never able to able to find in this blood covered world of demons

Even before Falling in those beauty of fantasies of mine

A voice comes taking me away from reaching the depths of the world and fantasies

"you ruthless child ! how irresponsible are you ! ? BITCH you better come before i burst in your room burning each part of your skin!"

That's when I rushed downstairs

"Don't you know your father is drunk ! Go and prepare him a hangover soup and give me some money ! I am going for shopping!" My mom spoke up as I saw my father laying down on couch in a drunk state

"B-But it's 4 am in the morning"i asked in a confused manner while I saw the time on the hanging clock

"Who do you think you are to question me? I have important matters to attend to. Just earn some money or get it from your so-called boyfriend," she sneered, pushing me towards the table.

My head throbbed as I stumbled, noticing blood on my fingers, likely from the table's sharp edge. I swallowed my pain, handing my mother some money, and hurried to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and the hangover soup.

"You're utterly useless. If it weren't for Eunwoo, I'd have disposed of you already," she taunted, pouring soda onto the floor.

"Look at Yeri - she's gorgeous, rich, and successful. You're just a maid," she jeered, swaying her hips as she left.

Tears welled up, but I pushed through the work, my hands trembling. When I finally finished, I ascended the stairs, catching sight of my miserable reflection.

Cloaked in a baggy hoodie and loose jeans, these were the only clothes permitted within these walls.

I changed into fresh attire, the cold water of the shower briefly easing my stress before it returned.

As I descended the stairs, my father still lay inebriated on the couch. No one knew about my financial struggles, a secret I guarded with care, thanks to my resourcefulness.

I set the breakfast table and
then left for my daily shifts - three of them - in a hectic cycle:

5:00 to 12:00 at the bakery.
3:00 to 9:00 at the Chanel outlet.
9:00 to 2:00 at the convenience store hidden in a dark alley.

Time blurred in the first shift as the bakery manager's scoldings became a mere backdrop to my thoughts, knowing the real challenges awaited in the next two shifts.

As I headed to the convenience store for lunch, my phone rang. It was Yeri, my sister, calling after a month due to her business trip
"Y/N-ah, I missed you!" she exclaimed.

"I missed you too, unnie," I replied, my voice tinged with longing.

"I can't wait to see you! Let's meet right now!"

"Right now? Okay, where, unnie?"

"How about my house?"

"Okay, I'll be there in 30."

I ended the call and sighed.

Meeting Yeri meant concealing my scars and donning makeup.

She remained blissfully unaware of the true nature of our home life,
as my parents transformed into sweet actors whenever she was around.

I applied makeup from my small backpack and unzipped my jacket, letting my hair fall freely.

Yeri remembered me as a girl with a keen sense of fashion, someone who cherished self-care and style.

But who was I now? It hardly mattered.

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Soooo how was it! I mean how it is going ??? Is it good???