im dead INSIDE
Hyun wasnât feeling much. It was okay, though. Feeling had only hurt her. Or hurt others. So it was ok.
She wasnât too sure where she was. Somewhere that had nothing to do with a murder, probably. Maybe the dining room. She couldnât go into the kitchen anymore. She could, actually, technically. It was clean. But she didnât want to. She didnât wanna think about it. Was that immature? Probably. She wasnât too sure. She wasnât too sure.
How long had it been since she last ate? She had been keeping an eye on everyone else, leaving small snacks outside their door if she had noticed them not eating - she was almost certain they didnât know it was her, because they had actually been eaten. Who would eat something they knew came from her? - but she hadnât eaten. She wasnât too sure how long it had even been since. It. Maybe a day. Maybe a week. She wasnât too sure.
She knew this wasnât good for her. Itâs not like she didnât know what was going on, her brain had already adjusted. She knew what happened. She was fine with it. She was fine with it. She was fine with it. So it didnât matter. If all she had done was hurt herself and everyone else, why should she not do this? She deserved it. The others probably wouldnât care. Ezra might be sad if she accidentally starved, but he would recover. Heâd be better off without her weighing him down. EzraâŚ. my engel. Her mom called her that for the longest time. She probably wouldnât make any kid deal with her, even if she got out of here, so why not pass it on to a friend? Angel. It fit him. She had names for everyone in Korean, but none in Afrikaans. A first. This hotel seemed to have a curse of âfirstsâ. First murder. First love. First heartbreak. How lovely.
She let out a bitter chuckle. Where was she now? She wasnât too sure. @shslcartographxr @un-luckster @cryptographer @ultimateglassblower
