Amaranthine [Taeyang/Hyuna] (editing/rewriting/ON HOLD)

Prologue

Hyuna

I was standing outside of a big Gothic building. It was really cold and dark. Judging from my surroundings, it was winter. White snow covered the trees and most of the ground, leaving not even a color of earth to be visible. The cold winter air seeped deep into my bones, and the fact that my dress was sleeveless made it harder for me to stay warm. Clamping my jaws together so my teeth would stop chattering, I looked at my attire.

I was dressed in white, simple dress; sweetheart neck, with lace on the bodice. The A-line fitted dress flair all the way to the ground, and its train touched the snow-covered ground. My long black hair was held up and pinned on top of my head with beautiful pearls, like it always had, a few locks were left down to frame my face. I did not wear any jewelleries other than the pearls and my bare feet felt cold against the wet ground.

The wind blew gently, sending a ghostly feeling through my spine. I shivered and as I predicted, the church bell rang three times. I knew it too well and the reason why I was familiar with it was because I dreamt of this dream the night before, and the night before it. It didn't matter, I have had this dream every night since my parents died.

I was only sixteen when it started. I thought I was just having an ordinary dream. I saw myself, dressed in white and standing in front of a massive building. It was like a movie, where you watch how the characters act, but in my dream I saw myself and at the same time I felt what I felt. At first I stood there in awe as I stared at myself. I looked different; I was glowing in happiness and I could sense something big was going to happen, something that I could not comprehend, yet. The sixteen year old me was excited and looked forward to the rest of the dream.

If only I knew.

My excitements were quickly washed away as a voice started whispering to me, ushering me away. That voice grew in number and before I knew it, I had a group of them screaming to me to get away. The sixteen year old me didn't know what to do. What she expected to be her own fairytale turned into a horrifying, almost real experience. So she did what the voices wanted her to.

Since then, I would run to the other path. Rather than going inside of that church, I will run toward the forest, crying and begging the voices to stop. I will shred my beautiful dress on the branches and stab my bare feet on the rocks in the process, my hair will fall out of its place and I'm sure I lost some of the pearls, but I could care less. I just wanted to get away, and to think that I would somehow escape the voices by obeying their demands was absurd.

Oh how I wish I had known then, that the voices were only leading me to my death.

Since I ran away for the first time when I was sixteen, I kept following the voices demands eventhough they were crafting my demise. I was afraid of the voices, they could have driven me crazy if I were to stay, but as I ran further from the building, a pain settled in my tummy and it quickly became unbearable. Until at some point where I will fall down and die. I died every night since then and the dying part was certainly not easy. I never knew that I would want my life to end fast, but the extreme pain was excruciatingly slow as it enveloped my body starting from my feet. Even death was a luxury.