The Evil s Bite

    Wonyoung lashes fluttered open, her head was heavy and it felt unusually cold. Starting at the unfamiliar surrounding, she stood up immediately and looked around. She was in a forest, to be precise, the Black Forest. Rumors had it that barely anyone made it out alive. She was visibly frightened, panic started to kick in and she was confused. She tried to remember how she had gotten here and fragments of her memories were returning. After she had drank the juice Mark had given to her, she slowly began to lose consciousness and sanity.

It dawned on her, Mark and the other school bullies had drugged her. Her very own crush, Mark had played part in it. Tears streamed down her face as she recalled how they left the semiconscious Wonyoung in front of the Black Forest. 

    "She wants to play tough right? Let's see how tough she can be here", Ari said and the other girls laughed. She stood in daze as they walked off and she slowly made her way in there.

    "What have I ever done to deserve this?", she said nasally and she sobbed. She didn't know what direction to go. It was slowly getting darker and Wonyoung got even more panicked. Strange noises hurled around her and the wind made the scariest noise. She began walking aimlessly and behind her, she heard the footsteps. She quickly turned around, only to be met with a pack of wolves. She screamed and tried running but in no time, they had surrounded her, smacking their lips. Seeing how hopeless the situation was, she let out a sad laugh and closed her eyes and thought to herself.

      Perhaps she was destined to suffer. Maybe she wasn't supposed to be born in the first place. From the ill treatment in the orphanage, to the mysterious death that was met with those who wanted to adopt her, the constant shaming from her peers and then now in the Black Forest, Wonyoung couldn't help but agree with the mistress of the orphanage. She was indeed cursed and ill fated. Her foster grandparents who had found her on the streets were her only ray of light in her life and she was nothing but a burden to them. Perhaps death would be an easier way for her. At least it was much better than this hell of a life.