Multiverse of MiChaeng (Oneshots)

The Wishing Book

!Trigger Warning!: Abuse, Suicidal Thoughts, Mentions of Death

"Clean the living room, you worthless bitch! We're having guests soon!" ordered a middle-aged woman who folded her arms in annoyance as her eyes landed on a girl who was still busying herself mopping the floor in the woman's bedroom.

"N-ne, ahjumma." the girl timidly replied while having her head low, too frightened to even look at her own aunt. Her aunt scoffed angrily and grabbed ahold of her hair harshly some strands ended up breaking and falling to the floor as she forced her to look at her glaring eyes.

"Ungrateful little bitch. Your ahjussi and I have treated you well, and yet here you are, still as lazy as ever." the aunt cruelly hissed at her own niece.

The girl was so scared to the point she was intensely trembling, mopping the floor faster with her eyes closed due to the growing anxiety within her. Her shaky hands held the mop and moved it clumsily, earning a bitter scoff from her aunt who folded her arms in displease seeing her so called 'incompetence'.

"I'm going shopping for some ingredients first. Mark my words, little girl, if I come home and you're still mopping here, I'll lock you in the goddamn basement!" the girl's aunt hatefully snorted before she eventually left the room and the house.

Lazy? Since when was she lazy when all she hd ever done was just doing what her lazy uncle and aunt told her to do. Moreover, all her uncle and aunt had ever done was just wasting themselves at home and going places without even thinking about taking her along? They never gave the poor girl the love families should usually give to their children. Her clothes were torn, and she only had few so that she was forced to wear the same clothes almost three times a week.

It was like living in a prison when she should actually feel home.

The 16-year-old girl also remembered well, it had been almost 10 years she had been living at the house of her aunt and uncle from her father's side after her parents' lives were taken in a fire that devoured her entire house. Only she survived the fire, and she didn't even know if it was luck or misfortune.

However, if she came to think about it, the girl really hoped that the fire that broke out would have accepted her as she was along with her parents who had always loved and cherished her dearly. It's not luck that she lived, but a curse. She would rather be dead that live a lifeless life.

She never had friends, never went to school, she only lived alone like purposeless slave living under the ruthless orders of vicious masters, maybe...maybe that was the purpose of slaves.

Every day she imagined a prince or princess dressed in shining silver armor with their mighty sword, barging through the prison that locked her up and saving her as they went about their happy lives.  If only that dream was to really be true.

Every day, the girl would always write anything she considered special enough in her 'journal', and of course, the book itself was thin because there was pretty much nothing special in her life, except the fact that she was still alive today.

The girl went to the living room with a mop and broom, preparing to clean the room before she suddenly screamed in terror when she heard a small sound from outside the window. She was so terrified that she squatted down and cupped her ears as best as she could, closing her eyes shut tightly.

She gasped slightly in surprise at the sudden sound. In fact, she was always surprised by all the smallest things, due to the trauma that had been instilled into her very head.

Slowly, the girl leaned the broom and mop on the sofa and walked to the window in front of her. As soon as she got there, she peeked out the window and saw little children and also teenagers who were having fun in front of her house, laughing and spending time together.  It turned out that the sound she had heard earlier was merely a cheerful laughter.