𝑆𝐴𝑃𝑃𝐻𝐼𝑅𝐸 || Oshi no Ko x OC

P R O L O G U E

『 P R O L O G U E 』
3rd person pov

❝HAHAH! LOOK AT HER FACE!❞ A girl in a junior high school uniform yelled mockingly as she stared down to a beaten girl with a satisfied smile. The beaten girl, Killiana, was sitting down on the ground as dirt and water covered her whole body, causing her to shiver from both disgust and coldness ― it was winter and the girl was disheveled from her winter coat, only leaving her with her junior high school uniform which consisted of a neat white dress shirt, green tie and a forest green pleated school skirt. Not to mention that cold water mercilessly drenched her from top to bottom ― courtesy of her 15-year-old bullies who were in the same grade as her.

The other girls who also bullied her laughed, looking down at the pathetic state that the other girl looked like ― dirt covering her legs and school uniform, figure drenched with water, and arms hugging her own body as an attempt to warm herself from the extremely low temperature. The said girl who has suffered another episode of bullying, merely stayed silent as she tried to regain her breathing, causing puffs of smoke to condense in front of her.

'Why... Just, why? What did I ever do to you?' She wanted to ask but didn't want to cause anymore troubles to arise so she stayed silent and waited until her bullies ended their lesson. Through 3 straight years, she has been enduring everything without saying or muttering out a word; she endured a lot of verbal abuse, physical abuse and unethical beatings from her bullies, but she has yet have the courage to stand up to her tormentors.

Suddenly, a hand grasped her hair tightly, causing the girl to whimper as she tried to get a hold of the hand that grasped her hair without mercy. Her face was brought closer to the main bully, Helen; she held in a breath, trying to not be wavered by the stare Helen gave her. However, the dangerous smirk that rose to the bully's face made Killiana felt absolutely intimidated and anxious ― she wondered what Helen would do to her, and her internal question was answered as Helen opened her mouth.

"You know," Helen started as her eyes began to form a crescent shape from how much she smiled. "Your hair's getting longer... Shall we give it a small snip?"

At the sentence Helen uttered, Killiana's breath hitched and her eyes shook with anxiousness. Her heartbeat rang in her ears and her throat felt suffocated as she tried her best to fight against Helen's grip, but the other girl knew what Killiana was about to do, so she ordered the other girls to hold Killiana's figure in place. 2 girls went to her sides before they pried her grip off of Helen's hand, making her unable to move freely.

In a stage of panic, Killiana struggled against her holders which resulted to the harden grips of her tormentors, causing her arms to be littered by bruises. Labored breaths escaped from her as she tried to move away; to run away from her tormentors. Unfortunately, it was futile.

"STOP IT! PLEASE, STOP IT!" She begged; she pleaded, and yet, her tormentors didn't stop as a pair of sharp scissors came in sight. Trembling, Killiana felt her heartbeat akin to the speed of Usain Bolt's sprinting speed and cold sweat began to break from her skin despite the freezing temperature that might cause hypothermia. Her lips began to pale and turn to a shade of blue as she still struggled against the harsh grips that were set upon her. With every movement she made, her tormentors seemed to enjoy it so much and took it as a form of entertainment.

One of her tormentors took out a phone and began to record the whole scene without an inch of mercy or regret. 'These people... they all are monsters.' Killiana thought in her head as she clenched her jaw tightly. Hot tears began to cover her line of sight before they cascaded down to her cheeks, but not one of the tormentors took pity in her and continued their entertainment.