Women In Black

Life is a Torture

Unexpected barriers come and destroy your happiness. A small decision changes everything. A deep connection with someone is lost in the blink of an eye sometimes. Pretending you're not a broken mess to begin with, is the hardest.

The streets of Los Angeles were busy with traffic. Buzzing of cars and their engines roaming off. Children and their mothers stopping by their favorite restaurants to have a small treat. Businessmen walking with pride in their suits, their shoes sparkling with polish.

In all this rushing, somewhere in a small apartment, was a girl. A girl so strong that no pain could bring her down. Her eyes screamed confidence and her long, brown hair representative of her beauty. They fell right above her hips. Her curves were so delightful, enough to draw a man in. Her eyes were shaped just like a cat would've had. Those brown orbs screamed elegance. The long lashes hiding the beautiful eyes away. She was perfect.

Some people may not be able to recognize her from years ago. She had changed. She was independent, brave enough to stand on her own toes. She had broken sweat and went through a garden of thorns to be where she is right now. It wasn't easy.

She sipped from her coffee, her lips immediately getting wet with the liquid. She gently licked them.

She sat on her bed, a book in her hand while the other holding the cup. Her eyes carefully examining the words on the book. A deep breath and she relaxed under the impression that everything was fine. But it wasn't. Nothing was normal.

Shutting her eyes, she closed the book as well. Her arms stretching towards the small table right besides her bed, to place the cup on. As she stood up to start packing for her return to Korea, she stopped in front of a familiar looking photo frame. She smiled.

Gently picking it up, she kissed the glass. Her lips leaving a baby pink lipstick print on the frame dear to her. She chuckled and wiped it off using her sleeve. Her sweater smudged now but she could care less.

It was a picture of her parents. A woman, who stood in a blue skirt falling right below her knees, with a sweater to hide her upper body, smiled so wide. Around her waist was a masculine arm, having a death grip on his wife. He seemed so calm but still served a warm smile. The woman's head rested against his husband's chest as they took in each others' warmth.

With one last look towards the couple, she held it close to her chest and sighed. Her life wasn't the best, for sure. She had been a broken soul, demons were caged inside her body. They would break free at night and torture her innocent soul. Her eyes would always be puffy and red on the next morning, from all the crying from her nightmares.

She had never told anyone to care about her. She was alone in her battle. No one next to her in her battlefield, standing shoulder to shoulder and reassuring that she has someone, a soldier she could trust. Love was just a riddle, that she could never solve.

Shrugging, she put the frame down and took her suitcase out. Throwing all her clothes on her bed, she frowned.

When did I have this many clothes? She thought, a hand on her hip as she tried figuring out what to take and what to donate.

At last, she made her decisions and separated the clothes in different categories. Her lips curling up in satisfaction. She had always been a perfectionist and would never let anything let her guard down. She always stood tall and proud.

The door bell rang, signaling someone had come. She quickly checked her hair before rushing towards the door. She opened it to reveal her neighbour, a male, flashing a smile towards her. She returned it and allowed him to come in.

"You're leaving today, Jennie?" He asked, his eyes travelling around her small apartment with clothes almost scattered everyhwere. On the couch, the bed and the floor. Literally everywhere.

"Yeah," Jennie scratched her arm awkwardly.

She had never been good at interacting or socialising with people. It was practically impossible for her to have a good time with humans. And the person in front of her right now, wasn't the most appealing person to begin with.

A dark look took over the male's face, showcasing the misfortune in his eyes. "Don't go," he whispered. Her eyes widened in surprise and she scoffed.

"As if I'm gonna stay just for you," she stated, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall. The male quietly sat down on the couch, next to a bundle of clothes.

"Please, Jennie. I need you, my wife needs you! We need your help to get her out of jail. You can just plan something, can't you?" He exclaimed, getting up and moving his hands to motion the words.

"I'm sorry, I'm not sure if I'm brave enough to do that," she rolled her eyes. Her figure standing still, not moving an inch. As much as refusing to help someone was difficult for her, she didn't hesitate declining his offer.

"Jennie! Your parents were served injustice too! My wife-" before he could finish, Jennie slammed her fist against the wall. Her eyes gazing up at him with anger.

"Don't you fucking get it?! My parents had a different story than your stupid wife and her crime and besides, what she did was wrong. I won't help her. I'm sorry, you can leave now," she said, rather with anger. Her slender fingers pointed towards the door.

The man sighed and got up, walking towards the door and twisting the handle. His eyes were outlining a deep hurt. But Jennie promised to stop injustice, not smuggle people out who suffered from their own stupidness.

"James, stop giving me the look and leave, now!" She yelled, frustrated but tired at the same time.

James left and shut the door behind him. Jennie sighed out of relief and once again focused on her tasks before departing from her home.

"I'll miss this place," she murmured.

Things you should know about this woman is that she's not the one who would fall for your traps easily. She would invest, look deep further into the evidence and expose you. Her sixth sense was faster than she expected it to be. Her mind was very attentive. She never lost her track of time and was always punctual. The perfect example of a detective.

But instead, she was the leader of an underground mafia gang.

Hello guys!

So how was the first chapter? I'm not quite proud of it though :( I know this might be confusing you right now but as we move further into the story, more secrets will be revealed. Stay tuned for that!

P.s this book is mainly directed at Jennie because I saw someone comment about Jennie never mentioning her father. We know something must've happened in her past. I want people to know that she's human too and apparently has feelings.

Think before you put out sharp words for someone because it can hurt them badly. I hope this book will be able to change your point of view about a lot of things.

Thank you for reading this book! Love you all!

Take care <3