What happened? Why can't I remember anything?
It was as if my mind had deleted or blocked any memory of whatever I did while there and no matter how hard I tried to at least understand the situation, I couldn't, there was no way to know.
I was already at home, I had no idea how I even got here, much less who brought me here.
I was very sure that I didn't faint, or have any problems and I even tried to take precautions in case I had any repercussions considering that my body was still too weak.
So, what happened?
If this was a way to make me doubt more and give me a frustration like no other, then it was paying off.
At least I want to understand what happened after I explained to Daniel the reason why I went.
──(My phone!)──. I quickly got out of bed looking for my phone. Maybe I would find something there, but instead I find an envelope next to it.
My curiosity was greater so I took it and opened it, taking out the contents inside, which were several papers along with photos.
──(It's me!)──. I gasped seeing myself in the photos and my surprise was greater when I saw that I was not alone in several of the photos.
──(Why... am I with Jake?)──. I thought bewildered.
The photo itself was me next to Jake Kim holding hands. Another one with him and Samuel in Big Deal, but in this one you could see that someone took it from afar, it was similar to the typical photos that paparazzi took of celebrities and it was not the only one.
There were too many photos of that same type but with different people and in various places.
I don't know what scared me more, knowing that I had a life here before or the fact that someone could be stalking me and taking pictures of me everywhere I went.
Hell, there were even pictures of me with DG when he was James Lee.
──(What kind of life did I have?)──. More doubts began to arise and from there I went on to read the papers I took out first.
──(They are bank accounts)──. I spoke in my mind reading the content of each sheet without understanding much.
──(It can't be)──. I got up with the sheets in hand going to the living room to look for my wallet.
──(That explains a lot)──. The account numbers on the sheets matched those of the four cards I found the first time I got here.
──(The name the card was taken out to was...)──. I kept processing what I read and to see if I wasn't wrong I read it more than ten times.
──(It must be a damn joke)──. I shook my head, believing I was crazy but no. The five cards were taken out in the name of Jay, Eugene, Gun, DG and the last one in a name unknown to me, which seemed strange to me since I only had four, each and every one of them in different banks.
──(Maybe it's a joke but the photos and how they acted yesterday don't tell me it is)──. I kept talking in my mind while I tried to remember something, at least a fragment of whatever happened but nothing, I couldn't.
I was starting to get a migraine with all this new information and that wasn't the only thing. No, of course not.
──(Why am I dressed as a bride?)──. I frowned, confused beyond belief.
The photo was of me dressed as a bride next to a boy with very marked Asian features, he was of Chinese descent from the traditional clothing he was wearing. He certainly did not appear in the webtoon and seemed to be an extra character.
The caption came from a date four years ago.
──(I was going to get married at 15 or did I already get married...)──. It was obvious that the guy was much older than me and the expression on my face looked miserable and I don't blame her, nobody wants to be married at such a young age.
When I took the envelope to look for more clues, a photo of me magically appeared next to several people dressed formally at what looked like a formal event or a party. What caught my attention was that she was there dressed in ¹hanbok and the same boy was dressed in ²hanfu, just like there were people with similar clothes but we were the only two who stood out among all.
Ryu and Xing family reunion. Engagement party.
That was written at the bottom of the photo and on the back of the photo there was something else written.
I don't want to get married... run away, do it quickly before.....
The last thing was written in my bad handwriting, it almost seemed as if I wrote it in a hurry and the last thing couldn't be understood.
However, this had brought a reaction in me. My heart began to beat frantically almost about to explode, I felt like I was starting to run out of air and my ears began to ring, I knew it wasn't my fear, it was the fear of my body, of my old self.
A knock on the front door startled me and as quickly as possible I put everything back in the envelope and then put it in one of the drawers of the nightstand.
My hands were shaking but I tried to calm down. I walked to the door and before opening the door I took a deep breath trying to look normal.
To be continued...
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INFORMATION:
1. Hanbok: Historically, the use of the hanbok or yangbok in Korea has been more than just a choice of clothing, but has symbolized a clear political or social position of the wearer.
2. Hanfu (in traditional Chinese, 漢服; in simplified Chinese, 汉服; pinyin, hànfú; Wade-Giles, han4-fu2; jyutping, honfuk; bopomofo, ㄏㄢˋ ㄈㄨˊ; Min Nan: hànho̍k or hanhok) is the traditional clothing worn by the Han ethnic group of China (which has been the majority of the population throughout the history of China), until the Qing Dynasty.
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I had to look on the internet to find out more or less what traditional Chinese clothing is, so I don't know if the information is correct and it could be wrong, if you have any questions, let me know so I can change it.
I'm sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes, my English isn't very good and I may have mistakes, a thousand apologies.Here's a new chapter, don't forget to vote if you like it. ^^
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