QUID PRO QUO

TWO

NARI'S POV

At the roof top, I was beaten like I had stolen something. I tried to stop them from repeatedly kicking my lower abdomen but I couldn't. what could I possibly do when there were three girls against me? I just closed my eyes tight and let them beat me anyhow they wanted. It was my fault that I was born unlucky anyway.

When they felt like they had kicked me enough, they stopped and began to laugh as if beating up someone was a joke. I managed to stand up and I looked the burgundy haired girl in the eye.

"Lower your eyes. I told you, didn't I? I just don't like your eyes." Lee Hana stated.

I looked down and suddenly regretted the actions I took earlier. I knew how it was with these bullies so why did I try to stand up for myself when I could've just shut up and act timid like I've always acted. But then again, it didn't matter whether you acted timid or feisty, you'd end up getting bullied if they don't like you anyway.

"Now listen. You'll get back to class and act like nothing happened up here. Okay?"

I nodded.

"And whenever we call you, you have absolutely no choice but to 'play' with us. Don't even think of acting out. You what could happen if you do, right?"

I nodded once again.

"Lets go", the blonde haired one said and they walked away from me giggling and saying something about me being a loser who didn't know her place.

I sighed out of relief when they had left and held my stomach with my both hands. The pain was excruciating and i was trying so hard not to cry. I mean, why should I cry because I'm being bullied by girls of my age just because they got lucky and got born into nice homes. I sniffed and proceeded to where the steps were so I could get the hell out of there.

I went back to class and all eyes were on me. Of course I was now the new toy and punching bag of the class. I could feel their eyes piercing through my skin and I could literally hear them all judging me for acting up earlier. My 'guide' had warned me but I was just too stupid. I exhaled and ran my hands through my silky Asian hair out of frustration. The whole thing was driving me crazy.

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It was evening and school was long over but I was still walking down the street. It was a lonely street and I could get hurt as a girl walking about at such an hour. I should've taken a bus but I was just too depressed to think of anything. So like a person who had gone mad, I kept walking. The most my step mother would do to me when I get home is to throw things at me and beat me and right now I didn't care.

I just wanted to die.

I lost my mother when I was barely seven and my dad who's a military personnel couldn't make out enough time to take care of me so he sent me to an orphanage. Three years later he showed up and told me he had gotten me a new mother; like I was supposed to be happy about it or something. Sometimes when I just think of how he let my mother die the way she did, I just can't help but resent him.

Ever since I came back to his house, the woman made my life worse than hell itself. And then there was school. Everyone thought I was a loser so they bullied me and made me run stupid errands for them as if we weren't mates. I transferred schools and here I was, being faced with the same fate again.

I hate my life so much and I want to end everything.

Suddenly every suicide thought started to enter my head.

What if I ran into this road right now and let a car just hit me?

Or what if I just find the rooftop of the tallest building around and just jump off? Huh?

I hung my head down as I walked down the sidewalk. Would everything really just end if I die?

I heaved a heavy sigh and held onto the straps of my backpack.

I wasn't looking and then I bumped into a person. I didn't stop to apologize but just kept going.

"Hey, you bumped into me", the person complained.

I stopped walking and turned around slowly.

"sorry", I apologized barely above a whisper.

Then I raised my head up and in split seconds, I was staring at the face of the one human I was dead curious about. The boy from school that I was told to stay away from. I let my eyes wander about him. From his name tag on his shirt which said "STEVEN PARK" to his hands which held a knife. Before I could process why a high school student was walking on the street with a knife at this dark hour, he moved towards me and I felt a cold metal pierce through the skin of my stomach. For about two seconds I didn't know what had happened but then I felt a sharp pain. I looked down and what I saw made me gasp.

There was a damn knife inside of me!

I looked back up just in time to catch him smirking.

"why...", I whispered unsteadily as I leaned towards him for support. The pain was so bad that I couldn't even feel my legs anymore.

That was fast. I wanted to die and then this happened.

I had prayed for a better life all my damn life but my prayers were never answered as fast as this.

Maybe it was for the better. I'll just die.

Slowly, I raised up my eyes which were now filled with tears and looked up at Steven.

"let me die". I whispered

I had no fucking idea what I had done to him or why he stabbed me but it was all good.

Although I had no time or the strength to even try to understand him at that moment, I could see that he couldn't believe what I had just said.

When people are about to be killed don't they beg to be saved? To live?

I could tell that he wondered what was wrong with me.

But I held onto the collar of his school uniform and begged him one more time;

"let me die..."

TBC...

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