fog of vengeance | h. ran

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1
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Is it wrong to die now?

Because I want to die.

So bad.

I want to die now.

Can somebody please strike a dagger into my chest?

I don't want this to happen.

Y/N's sitting on the chair, looking at herself in the mirror. She hates it. The face. Her looks. Everything. No smile on her face, it's pale. "Where are you going to do your makeup—" She shoves the makeup artist away. "Don't you dare to put those things on my face." She hates it. Having to put on makeup just to please everyone. Just to fulfill everyone's wishes. What about me? Why can't they understand what she wants? Why does it have to be her to grant everyone's wishes? She ain't a fairy godmother. She's just L/N Y/N.

It's depressing. All people are pressing their problems on her. They all think about their wishes and problems, what about her? No one wants to grant her wish. No one wants to hear her problems. What do they do? Keep stressing her in and out. And now, she's forced to marry someone that she hates, she doesn't want to speak his name, she despises. And just because of the elders' wish, she has to sacrifice her own happiness and life. "Ms L/N, you need to have some makeup on. All brides do." She just remains silent. "Can you please get out? My mind is in a big mess. And you guys are here to add more shits into it?"

They seem to shiver upon her words. They bow down, leaving the makeup items and leave the room. Y/N stares at the door, waiting for it to have a click before sighing. "Fuck this whole wedding." She sneers at the makeup items in disgust, before brushing them away. "Y/N." A serious and strict voice enters, as steps of heels echo throughout the spacious room. "Please leave me alone, Mother." The lady stands next to Y/N. Her hair is short, and fully black. With a bright red coloured lipstick on her beautiful lips. Her earrings are sparkling with gold and diamonds. Her slim figure stands next to her daughter, while Mrs. L/N is wearing a black blouse and a black skirt.

"Did you chase the makeup artists out?" Y/N nods. Not to be proud, but she still nods. She can't just say no, if so, who caused the makeup artists to get out of the room if it wasn't her? "Why did you do that?" Y/N clicks her tongue in annoyance, as she is trying to grab her black cap but the Mother slaps it away. "Mother. You know how much I hate those things." She'll never understand. The worst Mother ever. She understands nothing about me. All she knows is forcing me to do things that give benefits to her. "It's a wedding. Not a stupid unreal love story books that you read." Y/N bends down calmly, picking her black cap up. Slowly, she places it on her head like a crown, covering half of her upper face.

"At least I have a life."

Y/N bows her head down, wanting to walk away from her own Mother. Y/N's arm is being grabbed to the back, causing her to hiss in annoyance. "It's your wedding today. Can you take things seriously even once?" Y/N laughs. She laughs. At her Mother's gorgeous face. "Why don't you ask Eri to be the bride for this stupid marriage?" Y/N points a sharp glare on the Mother, trying to create a fight. "You're the eldest children." Y/N scoffs. "So? That means I have to fulfill all your wishes?" She knows she's being rude. But her parents go too far. She needs to make them realise their mistakes. To be more human.

"I gave birth to a daughter not a son." Y/N chuckles, can't help but to roll her eyes in annoyance. "Since when did I say I'm a son?" She's adding fuel to the fire. To burn down the whole household. "The way you acted. The way you dressed. The way you talk. The way you think." Y/N stands there, emotionless, nothing giving a single damn on her Mother's words. "You expect me to be like you?" The lady nods her head. "No way. You want me to be like you? Being so feminine. Weak." The Mother doesn't seem to be shocked. She glances at the makeup items, then back to Y/N.