A/N: Next chapter is the last chapter, then epilogue. I'll finish this before Monday (I hope) and I'll explain everything to you, so don't worry fam.

October 14, 12:03 am

nam seolhee.

I pressed my bruised legs closer to my chest, wrapping my arms tightly around them as I rested my cheek on my knees. My heart palpitated and my breath hitched as beads of moisture escaped my tearducts. Silence filled the dead atmosphere of my room and the lights flickered above me as I shuffled closer to the corner. My shoulders juddered lightly because of the temperature, followed by my quivering lips.

I don't know if I could go out of this house anymore.

I don't even know if I could even allow myself to.

A thunderous walloping noise then echoed from the other side of the locked door and sound just got more ear-piercing as the number of loud knocks increased. My mom's voice filled with supremacy called out from the other side too, demanding me to open the door this instance or else she would have to kick it. But I just couldn't, despite my efforts of trying to fight the demons inside me.

"Seolhee, open the fucking door!" She banged the door even louder, and this time the door budged in rhythm with her desperate pounds. Another tear travelled down my pale cheek. I couldn't move from my place, in fact I knew I shouldn't.

I don't want to be able to do what I could do to her at this moment.

"Go away, eomma, please." I replied in a soft tone, but her loud knocking obscured my weak plea. She never stopped at all. From there I noticed how senile her voice was, how even weaker she were. Weaker than I am. I have a landline in the living room to call the police, Jungkook to help me, the large sea outside the house where I could drown myself in- even when I have these, I never once tried to get away from my mother.

"Seolhee, open the door or else-"

It only took her once last sentence for me to jump out of my fixed position and scurry my way towards the door. I pressed my fists hard on the door and my forehead too, closing my eyes as I gritted my teeth.

"Shut up!" I shouted without thinking, "Don't ever try to dig me out of this room, mother. I deserve to be stuck in here, alone and dead. I don't want to see your face or hear your voice again." I hissed through the keyhole, in attempts of showing more dominance than her.

"What? Did you just raise your voice at me? What are you sayi-"

"Get. Out. Now." I commanded one last time and at the brink of losing control of my own, monstrous self.

She stopped banging the door because I realized that the noise abruptly just came to a stop. Tears continued to flow down both of my cheeks, my fingers grazing over the hard wood of my door. I continued to whimper and slowly collapsed on the cold ground.

And then I knew that I wanted to stay here forever.

"E-Eherm." I heard someone clear her theoat.

"Dear No One, I still couldn't figure out who I am. For all I know, it's either to kill or to be killed. Why couldn't I make both happen at the same time?" I then heard a familiar voice coming from behind me. My quickly turned my head around and my eyes landed on a pair of smooth, pale legs dangled down the edge of my bed.

I lifted my head up slowly and saw the horrifying features of someone I saw once or twice before, but now with her hair long and brushed past her shoulders. Strands of her hair were tucked behind her ears, and on her hand was a rock- the one I wrote on just an hour ago but didn't have the chance to throw to the sea.

It was all because I didn't have the courage to step out of my room.

Akagawa Yumi.

"W-why are you here? How did you get here? W-What do you want from me?" I stuttered accompanied by a gulp. I don't like how her name sounds from my mouth, it sounds painfully terrifying. How in the world did she even get in here? And from where. Isn't she dead?

She gave me a small smile and shrugged her shoulders, clearing her throat.

"Nice to meet you again, Seolhee. Long time no see. And is it weird that I could see myself in you? Seriously, can you show me the mirror? Oh wait, hold my hand first." She stood up from my bed and bent forwards to lend me a hand.

Still in utter shock, I grabbed her hand and let her pull me up. She looked around, spotted the mirror next to my nightstand and guided me towards its direction.

We both stared at both of our reflection. We look almost alike, but she was a little taller and way prettier than I am. "Long hair, pale skin, same face, and same weird habits. We could qualify as twins, Seolhee." She happily said and then noticed the horrified look on my face. She then turned to me with a questioning frown.

"Is there anything wrong, Seolhee?" She asked and attempted to lift my chin but I stepped back. I rubbed my eyes twice in disbelief, but when I looked back she was still there. I don't know what's happening again and I just couldn't keep up.

"Why.. are you doing all of this?"

"Doing what?" Her expression dropped even more. "The only reason I'm here is not to make you feel like a bad person yourself, Seolhee. You were obviously way stronger than I am. We both lost a childhood, had to go through a shitty life, got involved with shitty people who terrorized us and met someone who we thought could change everything. I gave up on life faster, Seolhee, I died earlier than you. When Jinshil killed me, I never felt any urge to avenge myself because she did me favor."

Jinshil?

"Jinshil? K-Kwon Jinshil killed you? The Jinshil from my school?" My eyes almost protruded from its eye sockets, completely appalled and taken a back by the sudden revelation. How is Jinshil anything connected to my childhood friend?

And out of all people, why was is the Jinshil I trust and value?

"She killed Woojin too, my one and only love. Well, that's after I almost became pregnant with the guy who told me he'll be with me forever. Forever doesn't mean anything more than just foolish words coming from a jerk, just like Donggyu to you. But Jungkook was there for you, Seolhee. Just treasure him while you still can. In fact, both of you return each other's feelings. Don't die yet." She said and fiddled with the rock I wrote on.

"What do you mean? We're living the same life? No no, please, I don't want to live the same way as you did, I don't want to, Yumi, please. I want to have my own." I started to plead in front of her, allowing both of my hands to wrap around her wrist as my position weakened. She gave me a sad and short glance.

"That's the sad thing, Seolhee, nobody has ever had their own life. Everyone of us has to live our lives the same as someone else's, just like you and I, my friend. All of the people I know who tried to make a change in their lives didn't really have happy endings. And the only difference between us is that you abandoned me when I thought I had a friend." She gave out a bitter chuckled and bit her lower lip.

"Yumi, I- I'm sorry, okay? I don't know how cruel I could be. I don't know.." I sincerely apologized. Just when I thought I had already stopped crying, I cried even more.

She didn't hesitate to engulf me in her arms and give me a warm embrace. Then she started to play with my hair.

"It's okay, I forgive you. Even if you killed me and my old self, even if you killed my hope and my happiness before, I forgive you. It's okay, Seolhee, I became happy again before I died at least. And Jinshil, I was still happy that she helped me taste what afterlife was like." She laughed. "I'm happy being dead, Seolhee. If you want to live your life differently from how I did, then don't even think about killing yourself. Jeon Jungkook will be there, you know." She giggled and I did too.

Somehow, I thought I became happier than I was.

And more determined.

"But let me remind you this, Seolhee. Those who fall in love are those who are cursed."

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A/N: What do you think so far?