(✔️) The Villainess' Secret | Bang Chan

37 | Cockle for The Broken Soul

Liverra's POV

Warning! : will contain something distressing and might be uncomfortable for the reader.

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Life is not the same for everyone.
And the way we died neither.

Some people live with many people around them, some people might even die alone. Some people will find their true love, some might lose their one and only love. Life can be so cruel for some people who cherise, for being the kindest human ever, or even just want a little love. Sometimes people just want something simple even though they have done a lot for the people around them.

For some people who may not be mentally healthy, like me before, they keep expecting a lot of things from everyone while I only did the bare minimum. It scratched me when I finally felt what it was like to be cornered, threatened, thrown away, and also forced to let something go. Was I that evil back then that there was a group of people who wanted me gone?

After the afternoon session ended, and it was almost 4, I quietly left the hall. I stared at Chan's face for a while when he was still busy with his work, wishing I could hug and kiss him for the last time. I wish I could give him my last words, telling him I apologize and love him. I wish I could tell everyone to take care of him but I didn't have a chance for that. I probably didn't need to do that because everyone loves him.

At this moment, I knew he was looking for me somewhere in worry. I slowly recognized his expression– like when I said I couldn't go for the date. He was confused, but after I lied with an excuse to spend time with my friends, he nodded and asked me to meet up at night instead.

I said 'okay' with the fakest smile I'd ever given during my time with him. Knowing that it could be our last meeting before I leave forever– and for what was happening to my body right now, I felt so bad. It was too bad that my life would never be safe. No matter where I was, I would always be in the grip of those people.

Everyone would regret treating me well, then hated me even more if they knew what I was doing now. But never mind, because they would never see my face again. I could only hope to myself, to luck, and to Mother Earth for keeping my own soul in its place. As long as the place was still proper, the organs were still functioning, maybe I still had hope to come back to life.

'Meet me at the beach behind Villa number 18, area 5 at 4 pm. Without anyone. If you think you can call your guardian angels, then you're too selfish to include them in your death party.'

But this hope of life was fading away after re-reading the last text I got from 'The Devil' during lunch, with several links to photos of bombs spreaded in this place, including Chan's bag. This threat was beyond my expectation, because they would blow this place up if I still didn't give up and leave everything.

In stories, villains don't always get a second chance to live. Maybe 'The Devil', they were lucky to have that. For the balance of the earth and the ecosystem, my existence was useless. Just an accessory to enliven the earth's population. However, if the accessory disturbed the aesthetics or even damages it, it must be–

"Destroy it!"

The order of someone who was currently in front of me, behind Villa number 18. An untouched slum area because this villa hadn't been reconstructed. The management wasn't that good– they didn't know there was illegal access to the forest. The members of The Devil had occupied this area and were planning their plan. I didn't expect them to go this far just for me. I didn't know what their goal was, getting rid of me because of myself or my dad.