Did You Order An Assassin?

Chapter 2| Help Wanted

You’re living in the present, dwelling on current and future problems. I’m in the present, but living in the past, dwelling on the old things I’ve been through and done.

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Sohyun woke up to the coldness of her room. She felt like a blizzard was swirling inside of her, ice crystals and snow mixed together. Frozen branches snapping in half as they dropped onto the white feathery sheet of chill cutting snow, the sign of their death. Each branch snapping off was another bit of her sanity and soul leaving.

Her skin felt almost as cold as a forgotten popsicle that was left in the freezer for an extended period of time. Cold beads of sweat covered her body, causing her clothes to stick to her skin. Sitting up, she eyed the blanket that was once covering her frame, now on the floor. A sigh left her dry mouth as she ran her fingers through her bright colored peach hair. Her hair resembled the sunset. Orange, pink, and yellow strands of hair mixed together to make a peachy sunset color.

Sohyun inhaled and exhaled slowly as her rapid pounding heartbeat started to slow down. She tried to gather her thoughts that were starting to get lost in the hazy blizzard.

“It’s just another nightmare,” she said quietly to herself, trying to calm down.

Sohyun lived in a small house by herself. More than a couple of years ago she moved in with the help of her parents paying rent for her. Her parents already paid off their house and Sohyun didn’t have a job so they didn’t mind helping their only child out. She appreciated their help, but she knew she couldn’t let them pay for everything for her forever. Even though she knew this, she found it hard getting a job, being around people and having to work along beside them. Just the thought of it raised her anxiety levels.

During Sohyun’s third year of high school is when her life changed drastically. Standing in her best friend’s room laid his bloody corpse in front of her. The police came in at the perfect time, blood splattered on her clothes and in her hand she held a knife dripping with dark red liquid. It was obvious she had killed him. Her own best friend. After a half-ass search and a trail in the courtroom, she was thrown into her gloomy cell.

The disgusting words, shouts, and objects thrown at her as she walked by her inmates were still vivid freshly in her mind. It was bad enough that the whole town hated her with their whole being, but also the other prisoners that had probably did something worse than what she did? Pathetic.

Everyone and everything abhorred her. Most of the police officers didn’t even care what happened to her, what the other prisoners said or did. The people in the town wished for a different sentence, one of death. They wanted her to rot and die for killing an innocent and young boy who still had so much to see and experience.

Sohyun wanted to scoff at their ridiculous thoughts. They never once thought of how she felt. They didn’t want to hear her side of the story. They took what they heard a judged her with it, but who wouldn’t? She was a murder after all.

After two years in the ghastly prison, her parents finally had saved enough money to bail her out of the dastardly jail.

Sohyun found it hard to continue life as if nothing happened. In a short span of two years, which felt like a decade of torture to Sohyun, a lot had changed. The once outgoing social butterfly that radiated positivity and silliness deserted her being. She became the exact opposite of what she used to be.

Sohyun was compacted into a shell, being trapped by unwanted taunting thoughts. She felt uncomfortable around people, even her own parents. She felt as if something in her died, as if she lost a part of her. And no, she didn’t miss her dead friend. In fact, she wouldn’t even think about him if he didn’t keep haunting her.