My life had been anything but good. I wasn't living fine let alone happy.
Things were getting terribly bad now. Right now , I was sitting in the dressing room in front of the huge mirror whose sides were surrounded by bulbs and I just stared at myself in my wedding dress.
White coat, white pants and white high neck with again---white shoes.
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I looked so dead that I couldn't feel anything and this was one of the worst feelings that I had ever felt.
I was getting married.
To someone whom I didn't know.
It was just a deal.
And I was being used again.
Yet I knew my ending.
Cuz' it was always the same as the starting.
At first people used me for themselves and then neglected or morelike threw me out of their lives as if I never existed.
I knew that the same thing was going to happen with that man. He being rich and a loved , wanted to marry me but after sometime , he too would throw me out of his life.
I knew it and that's why , right now all I could do was wait for the moment when they took me on the aisle. I was sitting all alone in the room after wearing that white suit , silently waiting for my father to come any moment.
My mind wasn't working at all. I didn't know anything about my future and was obvious of the fact that nobody cared either.
I wasn't sure about anything now. My life, studies, college, degree, job or anything that could give me a ray of hope. And now I felt so pathetic that I wanted to kill myself.
It wasn't the first time when I was thinking like that but it was just so good to feel like that. After death there would be no one who could hurt me or play with my feelings and my life. I could live happily and in a place where no one disturbed me. I could just live in a dense forest if----my afterlife had that place.
I could ---
" Jungkook. "
*sigh*
I looked at myself for the last time in the mirror before walking out the door. I couldn't even look up at my father because I ----- I just couldn't.
I couldn't match our gazes and I didn't know why.
Maybe because I was having tears in my eyes. Maybe I was sad that now everything had started to ruin and I could see that with my open eyes and conscious mind.
Yet in the end I was relieved. My father had continuously thanked god for n times that I was getting married in a rich and wealthy family and.....their burden was going to be reduced.
