“Should We Save Each Other?” ~ Chapter Eight

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[YeonRa]

I will never forget the morning of October 27th, 2017.

[This morning]

The blinding sunlight beams slicing through the clear windows landed directly on my closed eyelids. Shielding my eyes with my right arm, which was very bruised, I used the other to help me sit upright. Pain jabbed at my stomach. I groaned.

“Morning,” a tired voice greeted. Oh, right. Sniper was on the other couch. I grimaced, folding my also bruised hands.

“I’m not in the mood to talk to you,” I stated firmly. “I swear, if I find out you’re the one who planned that attack, you won’t live.”

His glinting, brown eyes lacked any emotion as they stared me down. “Know your place, YeonRa,” he spat.

A headache formed, not helping the pain in my arms or upper body. “Shut up,” I demanded. “You know, I’m really sick of you already. I hate how you acted yesterday in the cafeteria. Can’t a King show some respect to a Princess?”

He tched. “Since when did you ever care about that?”

I opened my lips to speak, but they suddenly curled back. I went quiet.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to -”

Abruptly, a little yelp escaped my lips as a sharp pain jabbed my very heart. I felt iciness cover my tongue like bitter snow, as if a curse was cast over me. The pain only increased, giving me a migraine. I felt tears pool in my eyes. Dammit, why is it so hard for me to cry?

A true Queen never cries when she falls. Instead, she hits back twice as hard.

The coldness… It’s back…

“YEONRA!”

I blinked. My tongue still felt frosty in some sort of way. The aching headache lingered, poking pain at me. Familiar-sounding words flooded my brain at an alarming pace I couldn’t keep up with.

Useless.

Worthless.

A piece of trash no one will ever love.

A waste of creation; God’s true and only mistake.

At that moment, two people came to mind - Choi Yaru, who’s a worthless piece of crap, and Sniper, the guy who felt very familiar to me, and the King of the Muyell Hierarchy.

Painfully slow, a long-lost memory came to mind.

“I have never found someone so worthless in my entire career,” I laughed, grabbing the older girl’s collar. She kicked her legs mid-air as I lifted her off the ground.

“Please don’t hurt me!” the girl begged, tears brimming in her blue eyes.

“You messed with the wrong girl,” I hissed. “I’m going to give you a ‘nice-try’ gift. But just one thing.”

Reeling my fist back, I punched her right in the stomach, releasing all of my anger. Blood spewed out her stained lips and landed on the concrete ground.

“I want you dead, Choi Yaru, and today, I’m going to make that wish come true.”

As I was about to punch her nose, a voice yelled, “Stop!”

The one that stopped the fight, was the one I hated the most. And right now, he’s sitting next to me.

”You!” I shrieked.

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