ISEKAI'D (Lookism x Female/r)

Chapter 22 - multiple pov

Everything was black. It was as if I was floating in an endless void, untethered from my own body. At first, there was nothing but silence-an eerie, hollow silence that seemed to stretch forever. Then, faintly, I heard it.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

The sound was distant at first, almost like it was coming from another world. The longer I listened, the more I realized what it was-a heart monitor?

'Wait what..'

I couldn't move. My body was completely still, like I wasn't even inside it anymore. I couldn't open my eyes or lift a finger. The only thing I had was the sound of my heart, a quiet reassurance that I was still alive. But everything else... it was like being trapped.

And then, I heard her voice.

"Wake up, y/n!"

It was Sarah. I'd know that voice anywhere.

Why was she here? She had pushed me off the roof. The memory was hazy, but I could feel the rush of air, the sickening lurch in my stomach as I fell.

"Come on, wake up!" she called again, but there was no concern, just impatience.

And then, she laughed. The sound sent a shiver down my spine.

"I have to admit," Sarah said, her tone light but venomous, "It's a shame you didn't die right away," Sarah's voice continued, closer now.

"Would've been easier for both of us. But here you are, still hanging on."

I felt like I was suffocating. My mind was racing. What was she saying? Was I... in a coma? How long had I been like this? The thought made my head spin.

If I was conscious, but stuck here, unable to move, to speak... I didn't know how to process it.

Sarah then kept talking, her voice dripping with malice. "You know, y/n , you've always been an odd one.. Always going on and on about those stupid manhwas like it was your life. I mean, seriously, don't get me wrong but being that attached to fiction? It's embarrassing."

My mind was whirled with confusion and anger. How could she just stand there? After everything she has done?

Did I not get the justice I deserved?

But her words stuck to me like a parasite. Was she right? Had I really been that obsessed? Maybe I had been using those stories to escape. But was that really so wrong? I'd always loved the stories because the characters felt real, like friends, like an escape-

Then it struck me. Had it all been just a dream? Were they not real , but just a part of my imagination.

The more I questioned, the more I was stuck in this nightmarish reality, with no way out.

As if reading my mind, Sarah leaned in closer. I could feel her breath next to my ear as she whispered.

"It's pathetic, really,"

"You're pathetic. Stuck in your little dream world while the rest of us are living in reality. I wonder if anyone will even miss you when you're gone."

"Huh. Oh look. Where are your parents? Poor you. No wonder you had to stick to fiction." She mocked , laughing.

Heat rose in my chest. I wanted to scream, to lash out at her, to do anything-but I couldn't. I was stuck, motionless, as she whispered in my ear, her presence suffocating me.

I could hear her stand up again, her heels clicking against the floor as she walked away as every click of her shoes echoing in the emptiness around me.