I pick up another notebook; there are names in it.
Almost every name is one of a chaebol child or one of the hexagon's nightclubbers. Each title is crossed out; I even see Brad's.
My heart starts to race as I open a folder. It's full of newspaper clippings. I close it, and they're just underneath its emplacement; I notice envelopes.
There too, my curiosity gets the best of me; I pick them up, I've already opened almost everything on the desk, I'm too far gone to back away.
Tae Won still sleeps when I turn back. The thumping sound of my heart adds some stress as I open the first envelope and pull out the contents.
I KNOW WHO DID IT.
My blood rushes, and my heartbeat accelerates a little more.
FAKE.
80bpm
BE CAREFUL OF THE DEVIL BESIDE YOU.
90bpm.
CHASE THE RED.
100bpm.
This episode is the moment where I die.
The tips of my hair appear to be bloody red when I look down. I know it's a perception of my mind; the room seems to swirl all is red.
Tae Won knows.
No, he doesn't; he would have killed me by now, and there I see it.
A gun.
I step on something humid I look down and realize I'm crying. My hand moves by itself. I grasp a piece of paper.
On autopilot, I write. Once done, I take the gun.
Walk to the door and leave.
There's no way out.
I can't live with Tae Won knowing the truth, and it's just a matter of time before it happens.
How could I even imagine I would get away scot-free?
How naive I was. That's not how the laws of nature work.
Everything is paid in full while we're alive. It's karma.
Invaded by my nausea, I bend, waiting for the food to come up, like a panoramic view of my actions before me.
How pretentious and narcissistic to think someone would accord the right to leave happily. I knew it so well, though.
My situation was clear; feelings of enjoyment and happiness were prohibited; still, I let myself go. Drunk and blinded by the love I have for Tae Won.
I bleed internally; it's a hemorrhage.
All the wrongs I have committed stand above me like the Damocles sword. The desire to die devours me once again; it's the reality of the messages which alert me.
What a disgusting being I am. Rebecca was right. I am deceitful, shameless filth, and I understand now that there's only one way to end all of this.
Strangely I don't have any thoughts for either my family or friends. I go as selfish as I lived, only thinking of myself.
Tae Won.
How could I do this? What kind of monster am I?
What got into my head?
How could I seduce the son of someone I killed?
How can I dare love, kiss, and make love to you?
Oh, my God, I howl in the night as all the images come crashing into me.
I must render justice.
Tae Won's family died unjustifiably because of a stupid teenager seeking thrills, they deserved to be avenged, and my death will avenge them.
I stand bleak, on the suicide bridge; I tricked death and people once too many times.
There is no need for the reaper to beckon me; I go with my own free will.
I hear the sirens far off. CCTV is very efficient.
"JANE."
I turn.
"Tae Won, kill me."
The neighborhood-Void
Hi,
I hear you; everything is escalating here.
Will Jane kill herself?
Read the next chapter to find out.
Thank you for reading.
xoxo
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