1 Chapter One

"Hello..."

Someone poked my forehead, their finger sticking to my bloody skin. The person giggled as they removed their hand, as well as my blindfold.

"Well... Look who it is... The love of Kim Jungwook's life, the one who changed it all!"

The strange person laughed again like a lunatic, making chills run down my spine. The man or woman, it was difficult to tell with the large mask covering their face, started to play with their nails, flicking dirt out from underneath them.

"I mean... Who wouldn't fall in love with you? You're like a angel. Sadly, he took you before you matured to the beautiful flower you are today."

The human being lifted a small knife with his gloved hands, which had holes for the fingers to put through, and brought my chin up using the sharp end of the knife.

"You know how MUCH I wanted to play with you back then? If you weren't taken, you wouldn't have to be dead."

The person sighed and moved closer to me, their hot breath breathing onto my ear.

"Your prince of yours is a little enemy of mine. I need to have my revenge on him once in a while. This is why I'm killing you. He'll be angry about your death for sure."

Before I could say anything, he slit my throat. I could feel the blood bubbling up and out of my throat. I couldn't breathe. I choked and choked, as the masked person laughed away. He laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed, until I couldn't hear anymore.

And I died.

*****

Gosh, it burns. Why is there such a bright light? Aren't I supposed to be dead...

I flicked my eyes open hurriedly and got up from the ever so soft bed. Did I get reincarnated? I've only read about this stuff in online novels! I threw the covers off and opened the blinds on my window to reveal the shining sun. It's morning, it seems, and the birds are chirping. I smiled, my small dimples showing profoundly.

I skipped from the window to my closet, where all of my bright clothes were. Yes! My life was back!

Before I got too ahead of myself, I thanked Buddha and looked at the calendar. May, 27th 20XX.

I went two years in the past, a month after Kim Jungwook went into his jealous rage. The first couple of months living with him were fine, but after a few months I realized he wasn't going to let me leave. I always thought he hated me, ever since I was 16 and he was 17. He always shut down the conversations I started and has never wanted to be my friend.

So when he wanted me to stay over at his house for a bit, I agreed. I wanted to get close with him, the famous Kim Jungwook. I knew he was a cold person since the beginning. Everyone knew that. He was the cold, CEO of Kim Corporations' son who was rich, smart and especially handsome. He was the perfect male, with a strong build, perfect face, beautiful eyes, and plump, red lips. Everyone loved Jungwook, but no one ever approached him. Expect me, of course.

While he was rich and higher up, I was on the small scale. Not to brag, but I was very intelligent. I was the highest of all of my classes, except the ones I had with Jungwook. Throughout my school years, I have been praised for my intelligence by teachers and adults. Unluckily, my students didn't seem to have a similar opinion. I was bullied, of course, because they were jealous that I beat them at everything. I didn't mind the bullying. I minded my grades more, to help my family. We were better now than when I was younger. After mother died, my family fell apart, starting with my father. He lost his job because he couldn't handle all the stress, and we became poor because of our house bills and the bills for the funeral. All of mother's family relatives left us on our own once she died and most of father's relatives are either dead or out of the country. We were on our own. Brother Jisung was able to find a job quick, after all he was four years older than me and was allowed to get a decent job. I was 17 and my brother was 21 when mother died. I was in my second to last year of high school.

Once we were able to be financially stable, I chased Jungwook once more. I didn't want to be his girlfriend or lover, I wanted to be his friend. I felt that we could connect, since we were both ignored half the time. But he didn't initiate any conversation back until now, when he invited me over a month ago. Father had to leave the country because of his new job and brother has begun to sleep over at his girlfriend's place. I didn't enjoy living at home alone, so Jungwook offered his place. I sold my old home, grabbed all the money and stuff I owned, and went to Jungwook's house. I didn't suspect a single thing, until a couple of months later. I was 20 at the time, as I am 20 once again now, and I was, am, halfway through college. I was getting my business administration bachelors degree so I could join the same company as my brother, and a boy talked to me. On his own. For the first time. I was so ecstatic when he told me to meet him in the back of the school that I nearly jumped with joy. My first friend!

The boy asked me to be his girlfriend, sadly, which I politely declined. I wasn't looking for love, which could interfere with my life course. I would appreciate a friendship, I told the boy, because friendship was easier than love. He agreed and soon, we became friends.

Jungwook found out a week later.

He came home, slamming the door and stomping to my room. When he opened the door, I greeted him with open arms. Unlike my sweet greeting, he met mine with rage. He flung my arms away from him and slapped me, making my cheek turn a bright red. My eyes watered as I gave him a questioning gaze, which he responded with another slap on my other cheek. I fell to the floor as I heard him say, "Don't talk to anyone but me."

My chin trembled as he left the room where I laid, tears streaking down my face.

This continued for the rest of my two years there. It wasn't frequent, once every few months. It was usually when I talked with Ping Heonwoo, who was the brother of my brother's girlfriend, Ping Jaeeun. Jaeeun was a sweetheart, but her brother was jealous of my brother taking away his sister. In revenge, he talked to me, not knowing the consequences that it brought upon me.

I thought Heonwoo loved me, so I proposed the idea of running away with him. He rejected, of course, and moved to the country right next to the one I'm in now, to get away from Kim Jungwook.

My plan made Jungwook hit me for a bit. This happened when I was 21, almost 22.

I died on my birthday, to be forever forgotten.

This time, I won't be.