Rebirth [A BTS Fanfiction]

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*1 week later*

"If we look at life in a pessimistic way, it's very short. We live on the earth for a very short time before we continue with our actual journey, which many people call the afterlife. Some people believe that we either go to hell or heaven depending upon our deeds while some would define death as the end of everything.

Many die without even knowing what their purpose in life was, begging for a second chance. A second chance where they will get an opportunity to correct everything they regret. Doesn't everyone deserve a second chance? After all, it's our first time living. We learn from our mistakes and correct them.

But are there people who get a second chance and yet, don't know what their purpose in life is?"

It was 3 in the morning when Haneun sat on her desk and stared at her diary blankly. It was as if she was waiting for it to answer back. Realizing her trail of thoughts, she shook her head to brush off those feelings. Closing the diary, she entered the shower and sat under it.

The cold water ran out from the shower drenched her hair and clothes but her head remained tucked under her knees. Her body shivered slightly when she was fully drenched but she didn't make any move of getting up. Things have been like this for a long time now. Whenever she wakes up with a nightmare, she sits under the shower for many hours until all she could think of was how she couldn't feel her lips anymore.

She saw somewhere that writing things down helps with these thoughts and got a diary the very next day but all it served as was evidence of her sufferings. She doesn't know why she continued doing it for so many years even after knowing that it wasn't helpful.

She let all her thoughts flow with the cold water. When she felt the tightening around her neck and the burning sensation in her eyes had gone away, she turned the shower off. As she stood in front of the mirror after removing all her clothes, all she could see in the reflection was what she was before her rebirth. A long scar on her collar bone from when she was stabbed, a scar left by a bullet that went through the side of her stomach, a tiny bit deep scar just below her right collar bone, and arms filled with tattoos to cover up the numerous other injuries.

She sighed shakily. Her fingers ran through her wet hair, detangling them with a distant look in her eyes. A memory of her being pulled and thrashed by her hair resurfaced as a painful reminder of her past or maybe future. Every night when she closes her eyes, she ends up wishing she didn't. When she's awake, she's the one in control of what she wants to think about but as soon as she falls asleep, she travels back in time when the man she loved made sure to make each day a living hell for her.

How easily he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled them to make her look at him while his men kept beating her till she coughed out blood. She laughed mockingly at herself. She gathered her hair to one side of her shoulder and pulled out a scissor from her drawer and cut them right above her collarbone. She continued doing it aggressively as big chunks of hair fell on the floor and pooled around her feet. As she looked at herself with short hair in the mirror, a lone tear escaped her eyes and fell from her cheeks, shattering into thousand pieces as they fell on the ground.

She realized it was already morning when sunlight hit her eyes. She sat up and pushed herself out of bed. She couldn't sleep the whole night and now she felt especially groggy. While brushing her teeth she realized how uneven her hair looked. Her eyes also looked red and swollen with darkness under her eyes and did light makeup to hide the dark circles before getting ready. She wore sunglasses and a hat before leaving her apartment to go to a salon and get her hair fixed.