Love Of Our Own° [Seokjin×Reader]

A Letter- Rize Sakura

My name is Rize, born under a weak Japanese household. My father couldn't fend me and my mother, because of our financial conditions. My elder brother Tokashi passed away because of the state we were in, this traumatised my mother, the loss of a child and my parents differences caused their relationship to sink. I was just four at that time. As we mourned his death, I was stricken with another gruesome terror that my family was the last line of Banshees. To be more precise I was the last one. The women in my family inherited this power after an ancient curse. The power we had was to foresee death. Sometimes if the death is of a close one we tend to feel pain too just like my mother did when Tokashi died out of illness.

Only the women inherit this power and since time in memorial Banshees are considered nothing but a bad omen. Our lives never mattered. We were slaughtered and burned my kind was almost extinct but my mother ran away and married a human in hopes of a normal life but I was born.... A continuation and a heir to this curse. Sometimes I wish along with those Banshees who we were murdered why wasn't I there. I wish this line of banshees would have ended. This curse be ended. Destroyed.

I attained this power when I turned 8 almost exposing my mother and me at a local supermarket.

Well, Banshees... We are not exactly ordinary. We are coursed with death running in our veins. We aren't charismatic and powerful no that's just what the myth says but we are surrounded with death. Being able to see someone else's life taken away right in front of you that's the real curse. It's not the pain of watching people die it's the pain of knowing exactly what's going to happen to them. My mother was killed almost a few years back by a clan called Kistune. They are like banshee hunters they beleive we are the cause of all gruesome deaths. My mother lied that she was the last one and left me by the city's sidewalk where I was destined to live my whole life alone.

So here I am growing and living the tortured life. I hate being who I am. But I can't kill myself because of the damned curse, a banshee will only die when her time comes so I'm waiting for my time to come soon. So to survive blend in, I hide and I'm glad I do I will never accept who I am, a curse. Because more than the kistune I'm afraid of myself.