⟪A Blacktan fantasy au⟫
❝𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙮.❞
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Jennie, a girl chained with her parent's happiness of making her a businesswoman wasn't sure of her destination.
But maybe that wasn't her...
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Jennie's Pov
"Let me out! I didn't do anything! Please." I choked on my words so it slowed down. I never knew things would get here.
"They must've misunderstood something, yeah they must've." I slowly whispered to myself, as if I was giving hope to myself.
I don't even know if I am right or wrong. No, my friends don't even know where I am! They must be so worried.
I slowly stood up as I hear the faint voice of people shouting, from the direction of the sound I am sure I am under the arena ground.
The darkroom with no windows wouldn't take long to kill me with suffocation but I don't know how to escape this door.
No Jennie, don't give up! I quickly went towards the door looking at which material was it made from. Thankfully, it was wood.
I can burn it down. Though, my house changed I am still familiar with my previous power techniques as I am an Alfar.
I slowly began to chant my spells, closing my tear-filled eyes. This was my last hope, I don't want them to misunderstand. I am not a black magic owner!
But why? Did everyone turn their back on me? My powers weren't showing off. I forcefully clang into my last hope.
Repeating the spell over and over again with each second felt like a step closer to my death. No, I don't wanna die. I am not a bad person.
"Yeah, I am not!" I screamed, the look of disgust on their face said it all. I felt like a piece of shit. I slowly crumble down, holding my chest tightly.
The air already feel like suffocating me, not because the oxygen felt less but the thought of being a danger to everyone was enough to kill me down.
With no one to convince me otherwise, I was trying so hard to find a reason to make myself feel better but soon negativity starts to engulf me.
I wish I was confident enough to think I am a better person than what they told me but no I wasn't, I even injured Hyuna obviously I am a bad person.
I just wish I wasn't that insecure about what people thought about me. I have never used any black magic then why do they think like that?
The tears slowly get out of my hand, I burst into a waterfall. I sobbed, hearing the faint sound of people shouting.
They are fighting for their future while I have no idea what does my future holds. Am I really a danger to them? To my friends?
Those self-neglect questions seem to wander around my brain. Telling me how useless and bad of a person I am.
