Eva is an abused schoolgirl who lost her will to live. But her repeated attempts of suicide were unsuccessful and after each attempt her abuse kept multiplying. During one such attempt, she gets an message from an unknown id in her dm - "Pixieuwu":...
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I can't take it anymore. My name is Eva Bang, but on the records, it's listed as Eva Kang. If you delve into my past, you'll discover a painful story. I was abandoned as a newborn, and at that age, I didn't even know my surname. Thankfully, another couple took me in. My adoptive mother was incredibly kind, and her husband's surname was Kang, so that's the name I carried in official documents.
When I turned 12, my adoptive mother revealed that she had found my biological parents. I was overwhelmed with emotions—I didn't want to meet the people who had abandoned me. But my adoptive mother, with a gentle kiss on my forehead, reassured me, "Honey, I'm not letting you go. Just go and meet them."
Reluctantly, I agreed to the meeting. My biological parents explained that they had been in a difficult financial situation when I was born and, already having a son they couldn't afford to feed, they believed they would only keep me in the orphanage temporarily. They never anticipated how quickly I would be adopted by the Kangs. They had searched for me, but their efforts were in vain. I also met my younger sister, who was sweet and loving. She promised to call me every day if she could, and I quickly grew fond of her and her parents—my adoptive parents.
After hearing their side, I wanted to adopt the Bang surname (their surname) as well. It felt right; I wanted to belong to both the Bangs and the Kangs. My adoptive mother supported this, telling me she could change my surname to Bang for unofficial matters, like introductions to friends and teachers. She adored my birth parents.
But then, everything changed. Within a few months, my adoptive mother passed away. My adoptive father, Kang Suho, spiraled into alcoholism and became abusive. He cut off all contact with the Bangs, destroyed my phone, and grounded me indefinitely. He would only let me leave for school & work, then lock me up, using his hands or a stick to beat me. My world turned into a nightmare.
At the age of 14, I reached a breaking point and jumped off the terrace, hoping to escape my pain once and for all. But, of all things, the safety net broke my fall. A kind neighbor discovered me and brought me back inside my home. My father pretended to be relieved and happy at my return, but once the neighbor left, he unleashed his rage, beating me twice as hard as before.
I kept attempting to end my life, but every time, something—or someone—intervened to pull me back from the brink. Each failed attempt only seemed to fuel my father's anger. The beatings grew more severe, more frequent, as if my attempts were a challenge he felt compelled to crush.
With every bruise and scar, I sank deeper into despair, feeling trapped in a cycle of hopelessness. I tried to reach out for help, but fear held me captive. I was terrified of what my father would do if he found out I had confided in anyone. Each time I survived, I felt more alone, more like a ghost haunting my own life, enduring the torment that came with each passing day. The world outside continued on, oblivious to my suffering, while I felt myself slowly fading away.
One day, consumed by despair, I climbed onto a bridge, ready to take that final leap. I stood at the edge, the wind whipping around me, when suddenly, my phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number on Instagram. My heart raced as I hesitated, torn between my dark thoughts and the unexpected interruption.
For a moment, I felt a flicker of curiosity, pulling me back from the brink. I stared at the screen, the message lingering in the air, a lifeline thrown into my abyss. I didn't know who it was or what they wanted, but in that instant, I realized there was still a chance, a glimmer of hope in my shadowed existence. It was enough to make me step back from the edge, just long enough to read what this stranger had to say.
Pixieuwu: "Hi there! I noticed from your Instagram bio that you're a STAY, which is awesome! I also saw that you're from Australia, just like me. I'd love to connect and make a new friend. I'm Lix, by the way!"
Oh he was mistaken. Half my classmates were STAYs so to fit in I had added it in my bio. I just knew Skz were another group like BTS and Enhypen.
