"Y/N, honey come down for dinner." My mom yelled.

I was just writing in my diary. And you will never know about this. Until I will commit suicide.

I put away my diary in a box and into a safe spot under my bed.

I then went down stairs and started eating my dinner.

"I have something to say." My mom sat down with her plate.

"My dear, you're getting married tomorrow. So I suggest you pack up and don't worry. Mrs. Jevon and I prepared everything for you." I nodded and continued eating my meal.

I ran to my room and pack my clothes, phone, computer, esstentials, my blade, and not last but not least my diary.

Everything was in a suitcase. And I went down stairs to my mom.

"Mom, what do I do with my suitcase?" I asked.

"You can just leave it here, my butler will bring it to your future home." She replied.

I left my suitcase downstairs. I ran back upstairs to my room.

Now it's time to go to sleep. So I went up stairs and slept.

Today was crazy. Everyone was anxious, scared, and much more. I am guessing they're scared if I won't like it or if the look will last. But I don't mind, I am just a lost soul, that doesn't know where she should go.

I mean isn't a soul a spirit. I mean ghost are spirit, I guess.

"Perfection!" The hair stylist said.

They made me look into the mirror. (Or any dress look you would have. On your wedding day. Here is just one)

...

I actually look nice. I am happy about this look. What is this feeling. Isn't it called happiness or joy?

But at the end, it's all fake and a joke. Like the students always say that I am fake and trying to get the boys.

Wait I hope no one sees my cuts and bruises.

As I walk down the aisle. Looking down then up, I see Jungkook. Looking at me with a unemotional expression. Like heartless, I feel like he is trying to avoid something. Like, happy to see me? No Y/N, he hates you, he doesn't like you.

Well I mean his mouth is kind of open. Maybe he is amazed by my looks. Just kidding that will never happen.

I got to where I am supposed to be. And now I am facing him. He's very handsome. ❤️

Wow she so pretty. WAIT JUNGKOOK YOUR NO SUPPOSED TO LIKE HER. Just give her the cold look, like you hate her. She's not even beautiful but what's that. Are those scars? Did she do that because? She hates me? And sick of life because of me.

No like maybe she's just trash and she wants to kill herself. But like she just doesn't want to die right now. I think.

Probably.

She stands in front of me. Like wow. No SHE IS A PIECE OF SHIT. NO JUNGKOOK

The priest said his words.

"I do." I said.

He continues his words.

"I do." she said.

"You may now kiss the bride." He said.

The most time pressuring moment in the world. I leaned in for the kiss. Turning my head before I touched her lips. I leaned in closer to her.

I have to admitted, I might be her first kiss. How cute...

NO JUNGKOOK! You have Michelle. She kisses much better than her.

Then our lips touched. She tastes very sweet like strawberries.

My favorite.

But Y/N......

This is my first and last time, I will ever kiss you...

Oh my goodness.

I can't believe I kissed him. My heart is touched. Then we leaned back and look at each other in the eye.

When I looked at him in the eye. It's was empty but something is behind it like.

Joy?

Is he happy that I kissed him, well more like he did but what ever!

We then face the crowd.

"Woohooo."

"Congrats."

People are cheer in joy. Happy, but why? We only just kissed.

Well Y/N you did got married.

Not because you love each other. But for my family and rich people shit.

"Honey, I am so happy." She cried tears of joy.

"Mom, you know it's for the company, not because were in love." I said well I mean I am in love with him but mainly for the company.

"Well, we will handle the rest of the party. While you guys go to your new house!" Mrs. Jeon said.

"Alright." Me and Jungkook head to the limo. That took us to our house.

I stepped out of the car And looked up.

This house is very big, like a manison, it probably is.

"Where's the key-" I asked but I was cutted off by him.

"OKAY SHUT THE FUCK UP! AND I HATED WHEN I KISSED YOU." He yelled in my face.

A tear was about to come out of my eye.

Why am I so sensitive?

He unlocked the door. He went inside, I was about to go inside but he slammed the door.

I knocked on the door.

"THIS IS WHAT YOU DESERVE!!!! DIE IN THE COLD!" I heard from the other side of the door.

Why do you have to do this. Why can't you just be in a good mood then this?

I waited for so long in the cold, goose bumps were on my arm.

Why Jungkook?

What did I ever do to you.

Maybe your right, maybe

I should

DIE *+ .

In the * *

cold.... * ~ * +

I passed out....

I kind of feel bad for just leaving her in the cold. I mean it's the end October. Winter is coming soon.

I open the door. And see her lying down on the concrete ground. I look up, it's snowing just a bit.

I touched her fore head, she's stone cold. I carried her bridal style in the house.

I am just going to put her into a room with her suitcase.

I placed her on the bed and went to the door.

Before I left I took a last glance at her.

She looks so sad and tired.

Wait the cuts on her arm! I went back to her and examine her arm.

So many cuts and bruises.

I hope she didn't cut herself because of me if so.......

I'm sorry.

and please don't do it, again.