"What is your name?"
"Hee-Young."
"Isn't it ironic that such name with prosperous meaning belongs to a woman who lives in such misfortune?"
"Why don't you just shut up and make use of what you paid for when you came here?"
*MATURE CONTENT*
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Parfois tout s'écroule, afin de mieux reconstruire.
Sometimes good things fall apart, so better things can fall together.
All she could see was darkness. But again, feeling the light upon the surface of her skin is more peculiar for her in all the years she had lived. She felt pain in her wrists as she struggled to find a way to unleash herself from the ropes that was burning through her skin. She was crying and screaming but no one can hear her. No one will ever hear her especially when she was kept silent by everybody else her entire life. She wanted to give up but she can't. She can't give up. The mattress underneath her body continued to shake as she tried to fight her way out of the tight knot surrounding her wrists. Then, she heard sounds of footsteps with its volume that kept increasing each moment after. She froze and her fear intensified knowing what would happened when the sound finally stopped. Unfortunately, it did. She continued to cry with the thought that no one can help her now. She heard the door creaked as it opened. Her eyes were still covered but the footsteps she heard are now clearer to her ears than it was before. Even though she knew that she can't be saved, she prayed that it won't be as painful as she imagined it to be. The footsteps kept getting louder and louder as the man walked towards her and....
Hee-Young lifts her head off her pillow as she struggles to catch her breath after the devastating nightmare. It is the nightmare that never let her sleeps peacefully at night. The nightmare that she learned to live with once she found out that she can never heal from it. The nightmare that she wishes to only call it a horrible dream. Since then, she accepted the torment that it would cost her because her life before the tragedy was already hell. Hee-Young calms herself down and reach for the glass of water she placed on the nightstand beside her bed. As she took a sip from it, she looks around her bedroom which she shared with ten other girls.
The girls whom she also shared her horrible life with. All of them are still are very much asleep. The girls are all victims just like her. All of them were raised in this shithole and all of them have accepted their reality. They were all still young but age is not something to care about nor celebrate if you grew up in a place same as them. All of them loathe their lives and everybody that was in it. However, these girls could never hate each other, they fight a lot for the pettiest things but each of them had everything in common. They grew up with each other even though they are not blood related. They called each other sisters even though they were birthed by different mothers. They were strong because they have each other.
Hee-Young slightly smiles because she knows that the girls were the only reason she is able to live throughout her life. They were the only reason why she didn't end her life when she wanted to. She is suffering but she can cope with it if all of them are together with her. Each of them had faced the worst things in life and they know about it. They were wishing for a better life before but they had decided that accepting is better that grieving over a life you never had. Hee-Young is the third oldest among them. She is 20 years old well, she's going to be this year. She lays back on her pillow, unable to return to her slumber. She sighs and looks up to the crusty white ceiling above her. There were small cracks surrounding the white lamp that was hanging from it. Every time she looks up, she always wonder whether the lamp will fall on top of her. Disturbed again by her own thoughts, she turns her body towards the bed on her right side.
