Demons | JJK

~ Chapter One ~

Y/N's POV:

I lied on my bed and tried to sleep but the window that kept on shaking slightly from its fixed position wasn't helping. I just wanted to die at this point.... Just like my mom.

I was reminded of how I saw a genuine smile on her face that day, it was the first time I saw her with not a forced smile that she would put on for me and grandma, but a genuine one. She had never showed me that beautiful smile.

Never.

*Flashback*

''Mummy what are you doing?''

''Honey... I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm leaving you like this. I'm sorry I wont be there for you. Please...forgive me. I love you my baby.''

I looked at my mom in confusion as I saw a smile on her face as tears streamed down her cheeks. She suddenly fell down on the floor with blood all around her body. My eyes widened in shock and I ran to her lifeless figure that lay in the middle of the kitchen. I saw a deep cut in the middle of her stomach. My tears couldn't stop falling as I shook her body in hopes that she would open her eyes.

As I lay my head on her body I noticed the knife that my mother's hand still clutched. That's when my stupid brain realised that she had committed suicide.

I ran to the living room and grabbed my mother's phone. With my small shaking hands, I tried to dial the ambulance. When they arrived, a guy grabbed my arm and dragged me into a room. It seemed like an interrogating room. I wiped away my tears. I need to stay strong. I can't be like this.

He made me sit in a seat opposite him as he asked me a few questions.

''Are you Park Ji Hye's daughter?''

''Y-yes...''

''Where is your dad?''

''I don't h-have one, sir.''

He sighed deeply in frustration and mumbled something under his breath.

''Okay, what's your age?''

''Ten.''

*End of flashback*

By the age of twelve, I figured out why my mother had wanted her life to end. Twelve was the age when the girl who has been cursed starts to get tortured by those spirits. At that age I wanted to die too.

But thankfully my grandma was with me till the age of fourteen where I was then left alone in the world. Nobody there to protect me. Nobody to keep me safe from the monsters that would come out every night and would torture me. However I never die. I can't die. That's the rule. The only way women like me can die is by a natural death or suicide. No matter how much they harm me, I can't die.

The things I experience and see is a curse that has been passed down to every woman in the generations that have passed.

How one of the women from my previous generations got this curse is a story for another time.

I turned to the other side of the bed and tried to think of any place that I may have accidentally left out to cover with the marked papers. I turned back towards my window to see the small paper that had Korean characters written on it. I looked at my bedroom door that also had the paper stuck to it. I sighed in relief and tried to muffle out the sounds of the door, and window shaking.

—

I woke up at 6 in the morning with a really bad headache. At this point these headaches were normal. The noise of the windows and the doors had disappeared and so had the papers that I had stuck to them.