I'm shivering, my breath is shaky. Laying on the floor of an empty broken house as my open wrist bleeds out. I dig my nails into my flesh scratching and ripping up my skin. My bodies twitching as my eyes roll to the back of my head. My arms are stiff and can't move. It's cold in here, I'm so cold, yet I'm sweating. My vision is a blur everything is a fuzz to me. It feels like my head is spinning and light headed, I feel so dizzy and sick. So as I feel my heart beat become slower and my blood drain out of me, I think of him as my last thoughts.
As vision goes to black I could hear the faint noice of a door slamming open, then the yells and cries of many.
"Shy!" "No!" "Oh my god!" "Shy wake up you can't die now please we can't loose you after loosing him..." That's all I heard before I went into the darkness.
5 years earlier
Life is weird in the way it works, one minute you could be the happiest person in the world then the next you could be killing your self with a rope. It's so weird how the world works, no one really understands it. I guess you could say I'm clueless in life.
Maybe before we get to far in the story I should introduce myself. Annyeonghaseyo, my name is Shy Leeson but my Korean name is Lee Shy-yun. If your thinking "why is your Korean name important" well I kinda live in Korea now. I'm originally from America but something happened... I won't get into that right now, I honestly don't feel comfortable talking about it. But that's beside the point, I'm here in South Korea now and I'm ready to start my life over.
I'm not really new to South Korea sense I've been coming here ever sense I was little. I would go with my father in the summer on his business trips. I didn't really learn much about the language and culture, I know a little though. My father worked in the music business, his main focus is bringing Korean music to America. He has been doing it sense I was a little baby and the few friends I've had there I've known my whole life. As you could probably tell, I have a really close relationship with my father, he's always been there for me even when he was on his business trips. I could always count on him.
I honestly don't know where I should start my story so I guess I should start with my first memory of life which was the day I met my 7 best friends. I met them when I was 5 years old (6 in Korean age) when I was little my father always told me I was big trouble and I know it was true but come one look how cute I was, I could get away with anything.
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I was in my fathers office he had in Korea. It was in a big building with big letters on it that read "BIG HIT entertainment". When I was sitting in my fathers office I got bored but that's not surprising sense I get bored easily. Being the sneaky girl I was I waiting for an opportunity for my father to not be loosing to make my escape. It wasn't that hard getting out cause of how busy he is. Once I was out of the room I went out on my little adventure of the big building. I had went up and down many floors on the elevator, ran up and down the stairs many times, took some snackies from the break room, and spun in a spiny chair for 5 minutes. (I definitely didn't throw up or anything.....)
