𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙)

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A/N: I have a Jirose (Jimin x Rose) Fanfic called "The Gluttony in Love"...It's short but check it out?? (It has similarities to this book ;)

Koreans tend to celebrate a 100th day anniversary when a baby turns 100 days old. It's considered an important holiday among Korean families. They usually celebrate it with a party, tteok (rice cakes) and sweets. 

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(Present Day)

"You were destined to be alone."

"What's the point if everyone hates you?

"They all want you dead."

With a hollow gasp I burst from my sheets. Clutching my chest over my heart it seems that my lungs are empty.

As my breathing becomes steadier, the panic vanishes and is replaced by a familiar feeling. That feeling where an invisible force pounds your head for no reason. It does little help but I still wince and rack my head.  Climbing out of bed, a slow yawn escapes my lips as I drag myself to the bathroom in pure darkness.

I squint from the sudden flashing of the booming light as I flip the switch. In this small space what catches my eye is the giant mirror exposing my sleep deprived face. Indeed, the past few nights have not been kind to me.

Actually, ever since I came to Alaska, and slept in this cozy hotel, sleep has no longer healed me. Dreams corrupted by past memories, especially when I went there, are the sole reason of my dark circles. With a head of messy cherry hair, dark circles under my sunken eyes, and visible cheekbones encompassing my face, the events during my youth have plagued me with isonomia.

When I passed the hotel's bed, there was a small digital clock that read 4:44 am. It's too early to go back to sleep so I start my morning routine.

Splashing water, my face feels fresh

The old memories feel fresh too.

Walls tattooed with victim's blood, a horde of  parasites , my insides slowly rotting away, turning into a black oblivion...

"I hate guys like Cain the most-"

My hearts beats faster again, along with my lungs. Dark voices and strange scenes choke my thoughts, making my head throb. Thinking becomes difficult and the throbbing pain seeps through my head. Then I only hear the bombarding gunshots and clicks in my head.

I can't function properly...my hands are white from clutching down the sink while accompanied by trembling arms. The same rotting feeling returns to my stomach as I feel as if my organs are withering into parasites, eating away each and every last bit of hope...

My pupils are glassy, the dead skull and black Clematis are distorted from popping  veins.

I can't handle this anymore!

Breath Hongjoong...it's just the past...it-it's o-over....breathe.

The dull lighting peers down at my shadows. One by one each little hood swirls into  tiny monsters. Suddenly I don't see myself anymore...It's my s-shadow throwing a wicked grin towards me...

GET.OUT.

Listening to my voice I dash out and throw open my suitcase. After an eternity of finding a needle in a messy haystack I finally found what I was looking for.

I find myself cringing.
It's been an eternity since I took these.

With swift motions the saliva and pills gurgle down my throat.