As I was Before
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Ongoing, First published Sep 01, 2019
Studying to be a psychologist at NYU, Mina Kang has no time for fun. If she's not studying, she's working at the local campus diner to earn enough for her tuition. Her life was pretty boring. Eat, sleep, wake up, go to class, study, work, and then sleep again. It's a repetitive cycle that she can't help but want to escape from. Unfortunately for her, the universe heard Mina's prayers and sent the one thing she didn't want. A boy she thinks is a sociopath. Call it a psychiatrists intuition, but Mina couldn't help but feel there was something off about the new guy. Maybe it was because she always caught the fake smile that would disappear the minute someone turned away, or the eerie feeling she gets when he's around. He's hiding something and Mina was going to find out. But when the new guy notices her unneeded curiosity, he can't help but feel like he found a new game.
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24