Pretty Savage | 18+

Chapter 1

The sun has already set. An circle moon illuminated Busan. I had a hard, cold, winter day behide me.

     After my last lecture at college, I was going to work for the first time. Due to school, I had to arrange slightly different hours with my boss. It wasn't easy, but as one of the school chairmans, I had too many responsibilities. That's why I finish work long after other employees return to their homes. It was just hitting 10 p.m.

     I walked slowly, looking at the city. It looks beautiful in winter. Especially in the evening. I feel like he's going to sleep; the city is quite calm and I like that. This is something I want more than anything - a quiet moment in my life. By the way, I have always liked winter the most out of all the seasons. The snowy, cold weather makes people want to stay home, so I don't have to talk to anyone when I go to school. And it's dark most of the day. I like this. The sun is too tiring for me. I don't like it when it shines on me. My vision is blurry and I feel hot, even if the light is only a little. I love winter and no one will change that. I guess.

     I looked higher, at the snow falling down. I brushed the snow off my clothes. My hands hurt from the cold because I forgot my gloves. But it made heating in the house even better.

     Yeah...home... it's a pretty stupid situation. After the school and work I'm really tired, and in home I still have work to do. Coming home never meant that I could rest in peace.

     I closed my eyes for a moment. I felt so exhausted. Unfortunately, I had an important exam tomorrow, and I had to repeat the material before going to bed. I wanted to sleep, but what can I do? I have to be the best, and what's worse, I'm second in the school ranking. I'm not the best. But I have to be the best. Not by my choice.

     Finally, I stopped in front of the apartment building where I lived. I entered the staircase, and climbed to the 3rd floor. After a while, I found myself in my mother's apartment, often shared with her boyfriend.

     The modern, minimalist interior sparkled with cleanliness. On the left was an open kitchen, right next to it was the dining area. In the corner of this largest room was the living room. Meanwhile, on the right were three doors; one led to the bathroom, and the other two to the bedrooms.

     I looked around. I was the only person there. How good. I've always preferred solitude to spending time with people. People just annoyed me. My mother and her boyfriend usually came home after midnight. I didn't give a shit what they were doing outside the house until so late. The only thing I wanted was peace.

     I leave my backpack in the my room, I locked myself in the bathroom. I've undressed myself quicky, and enter the shower.

     Hot water running down my body always calmed me down. I've loved it. It was my quiet, private time. I've always wash my body under the shower as first, and then I was immersed in the bath.

     I lit candles next to the bathtub, and turned on music. I submerged myself in hot water, with only my head sticking out. In moments like these, I always tried not to worry about anything; I forgot about daily responsibilities It was one of those brief moments of true relaxation Only pleasure mattered, and I lost track of everything else

   Tell me, am I ever gonna feel again?
   Tell me, am I ever gonna heal again?
   Got a shot glass full of tears
   Drink, drink, drink, say "cheers"

     When get water starts getting too cold, I got out of the bathtub. I put on my dressing gown, and hid in my room.

     I always kept my room tidy. It wasn't difficult, because I had a small room. To the left of the entrance was a desk, and next to it was a bookcase filled with music albums and manhvas. On the windowsill I've placed my favorite plants, which I took care of every day. I've covered the bed with a dark blanket that matched the gray walls of the room. On the floor lay a white, fluffy carpet.