✔️The Betrothal | rewriting

prologue

I wasn't always the 'quiet kid' as many of my acquaintances from middle school would like to remark. 'Anti social loner' and 'ice cold brat' would be some of the many terms you'd get to hear if you ask someone who had seen me during that particular phase of my life

I remember being the most joyful person I ever knew. Be it sports, be it cultural events, there won't be one single place where you won't find me. I had pretty friends, loving parents, pretty 'okay' relatives which is a rare sight nowadays;, pretty much 'a good life' that many young people like to term
And indeed life was good,

At least for a little while

14th April, 2010

I got to know something I wasn't supposed to know

Thunder had never scared me my whole life. But that was one night when I felt this uneasy feeling creeping through my backbone, which ultimately leaded to me knocking on the door of my parent's bedroom at four in the dawn

How much I wish I remained in my bedroom that night

"Once she turns eighteen and signs those documents, life is ours to enjoy"

"That is still six years away, I can't imagine taking care of the child of my 'oh so perfect' late sister's child for another six years. I wished she'd have died along with her pitiful parents"

That was the first thing that killed me

I was only twelve that time

14th April, 2011

The two people I regarded as my parents for the first twelve years of my life never returned from their trip to the Bahamas. News had it that their cruise sank half way in

I was barely thirteen when I had to decide whether to be happy that the con artists were no longer around, or whether be sad for the fact that no one was around me any longer

I was left behind with nothing but a legacy from the late parents that I never had the fortune to see; South Korea's biggest fashion house 'Rivella', that I were to inherit later in my life

Money was never an issue, but that wasn't what I needed

Human warmth, love and care was what I longed for. But the old servants were reluctant to offer that too me. Relatives turned a blind eye to the orphan, and friends abandoned the same orphan.

I was alone, merely a child, who only wished for one thing- love

But life was too cruel to offer me that

That was the second time I died

14th April 2012

The top student that I used to be, had now failed her class. Reports said that I had showed signs of MDD and anxiety

My principal was worried, probably the first person who worried over me in a span of two years. I was told to stay at home, given strange meds, controlled,

I was basically a robot at that point

It wasn't like there was any life left in me anymore, anyway

And I accepted my fate silently

I was only fourteen when I was diagnosed with depression.