It seems that my story is over. I finally left the world of the living, but I still have regrets. Maybe I knew how this was gonna end, so I tried to hold on for dear life that I ironically despised.
My name is Roxanne Helion. I am 1300 years old, and I haven't aged nor died since I was 20. How can a woman like me end up caged between the afterlife and the upside world? In order to explain this, I will need to go back to the beginning.
It all started during the night of a new moon. A girl was born: Me. I was the second daughter of a count's residence. And I was cursed. At least, that is what they said about me when I was born during the darkest night of the year. My mother died while giving birth to me, so all I had left was my father, my younger brother Ray, and my older sister Elhain. But not even for a single moment did I consider these people my family. Those who are born without the blessings of the moon and the light are bound to bring disaster. This is a well-known legend everyone knows. In conclusion, my environment was suffocating. I was fortunate that they let me live at the very least. They were hiding my existence from the outside world for 17 years. During that time, I was starved by my father, laughed at by my brother, and ignored by my sister. Our maid Emily seemed to pity me, so she sometimes brought me books into my room and talked to me. I was forbidden to leave the residence. However, at night, I would frequently sneak out of my room to go to a city nearby. I discovered it by accident whily walking around, and it seemed to be quite lively there. On that note, I have to mention my appearance. Because of my long black hair and my bleached skin, in contrast, I was receiving attention from people at the night market. They were a bit of company in my day to day life. There was one night, however, after Emily brought my siblings to bed and came over to check on me when she warned me not to go to the city anymore. As she was talking, she was shivering in fear. I was 17 years old at that time, and I did not quite understand the reason, but I would soon figure it out.
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Diary of a Villainess
Fantasy"If you can't save all of them, why bother saving one? The amount of individual pain stays the same." -A woman who accepts the challenge of being a villainess.
