A Ritual In the House?

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(7 months ago)

Chuubaca: Hey Hekkie

Chuubaca: You weren't answering the door

Chuubaca: We bought you food and left it outside your apartment

Chuubaca: we're here if you need us

(Seen 18 minutes ago)

Her fingers hover over the keys, a heavy hesitation in her heart before weakly typing down a quick thank you to her friends and tossing the phone away to her periphery. Falling back on her bed, her face points to the bare white ceiling, her view gradually being taken over by the dim depressing atmosphere. Heejin shuts her eyes, the noise from the bustling streets of the outside heightening.

Heejin thinks back to the emotionless response to her friends, a sense of guilt penetrating into her like a wooden shiv.

They feed her. They protect he. They comfort her. They check up on her daily, even though she's been avoiding them since the accident. And as much as she feels horrible about it, she's not ready to go back to the world just yet.

She's lost. Her way or motivation gone like fine dust in the air.

Heejin wishes she had enough balls to be like her sister, everything would have been easier if she moved away from the pain of it all. But she can't do that. Her parents can't lose their three daughters.

Yet considering the situation, she's sure they feel as if it's already the case. Even when her mother calls her everyday to recommend people she can talk to or ask about her sessions, Heejin is sure they can hear the hollow shell she is, as if her soul was distant from her physical state, as if she wasn't there anymore.

She thought that a few months of recovery would help her to at least get up on a knee, but the longer time passes, the more she's doing nothing. She hasn't gone out in days, she doesn't want to talk to anyone.

Everything is still slowly deteriorating.

Nothing can contribute to her happiness.

She hates her life.

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"Excuse me lady, but what do you think you're doing?"

Hyunjin sees the young girl flinch at her voice, eyes snapping open to peek at the interruption. The dark haired girl is frightened by her presence, making her double back away the edge. Hyunjin sighs in relief when she sees the small familiar face.

I made it in time.

"I don't think you should be drinking in a place like this, Jeon Heejin."

Heejin turns to her, "Ho-ow do you k-know my na-ame?" She notices the smaller girl's words being slightly slurred, her legs by the edge gradually giving out from the weight of her body.

Hyunjin remembers the information given to her about the client.

Name: Jeon Heejin
Age: 21
Cause of death: Intoxication - Suicide
Time of Death: April 16, 2019 - 1:27 AM

"It's complicated."

"Oh. I guess that also explains why you're in leather tights and why there's blood all over you." Heejin says with clouded eyes that travelled back to the view, the empty streets below just one step away.