"Just because you're famous, doesn't mean problems will disappear. Even if people see, they still won't care"
-Trainee Girl
This story takes place in the eyes of a girl who is multiracial, training to make it in the world. After becoming a world wi...
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Recommendation Name: Yi Eojin Age: 17( international) Korean(18) Ethnicity: Mixed(Chinese/Korean/African-American) Talent: Singing, Dancing, Hobbies: Electric Violin & Guitar Background: Grew up in Incheon, goes to art school, Siblings: None Family: Father( Yi Joonhyuk) Occupation: Preforms for small businesses Pets: Balinese cat(breed) Ein
Chapter 1—Never Debut 12 years ago...
It was always this way. Life, that is, stabbing people in the back at the worst of times. I worked hard, just like anyone else. But, that never got me closer to happiness.
"Baby?" My mother was trembling in the corner, and I watched. I think, then, I was only five years old?
The men took her, and I could remember everything she was wearing that day. Her hair was always done perfectly; she would always do mine for me. Her, brown skin, smooth and weak to even the simplest bruises...she wore a dark wine colored dress, that ended in a slit at her knees. Her chest, cut in the shape of a V, showing her breasts almost. I don't think she was even wearing a bra. Her eyes, dark brown, and nothing there. This was her life and the path that she chose.
Dahlia Fioré; first class dancer—second class citizen.
And, number one mother. "Baby!" She screamed while they pulled her back. Her arms restricted by the two men in black. Mother tried to kick free, in return her heel broke and twisted her ankle. Dad wasn't home then. They were there because she was the eye-candy for every one in the night club. She was used, constantly, and that's how she even met my Father.
Yi Joonhyuk; undercover detective—respected authority. Best dad I could ever ask for.
I don't know why, this happened. Both of my parents were loving, they both took good care of me, and gave me what was necessary. I didn't complain, unless i was home alone. I only wanted them. And, they took her from me. The men in black suits, threw her against the glass table. My eyes focused on the shattered fragments now covered with her blood, while they beat and rape her before shooting her dead. Right in front of me.
I couldn't say a word, while listening to their laughing as they ripped away her lingerie and there was a naked body on the ground...lifeless. I felt useless now.
The other one pulled up his pants, while one pointed the gun at my forehead and smirked.
"Are you scared yet?" He said in a cold venomous voice, that brought fear inside of me "She should've stayed in school, and maybe this would have never happened."
