Season One: The Invisible Girl & The Bully
Chapter Two
"Everyone, please welcome our new student, Shin Hae-won."
The teacher's voice was too loud in the silence. Thirty pairs of eyes turned toward her. Some curious. Some cold. None kind.
Hae-won stood at the front of the classroom like a doll in a display window. Still, hollow. Her ID photo still soggy in her pocket. Her fingers clenched the hem of her blazer tightly, knuckles white.
"Would you like to introduce yourself?"
Her throat locked.
She forced a whisper. "I'm Shin Hae-won… Please… take care of me."
No one clapped. The teacher gave an awkward chuckle.
"Alright, Hae-won, take the empty seat by the window."
Of course it was the last seat. The loneliest one. The same kind she always ended up in.
As she walked, someone stuck their leg out.
She didn't see it in time.
She tripped.
Her books flew again. Laughter rippled through the room.
She didn't look at who did it. She didn't have to.
Her ears burned as she gathered her things. Not again. Please not again.
From the back, she felt eyes on her. Piercing. Unblinking.
She glanced up and saw him.
Kang Ji-hoon.
Leaning back in his chair, chewing gum, watching her like she was entertainment. Their eyes met for half a second.
And he smirked.
Looking at how he smiles,she got abit traumatised.
She couldn't even concentrate anymore her pen roll down from her desk,she bend down to pick it up then she saw scars on her legs.
Seeing the scars she got some flash backs.
(Three years ago)
"You think crying makes you innocent?!"
Her father's voice thundered in the kitchen. Hae-won was on the floor, her cheek bleeding from where the edge of the table had caught her.
"I told you not to talk back! What the hell is this in your bag, huh?! You trying to run away? You think you can escape me?!"
He waved the notebook in his hand. Her escape plan. She had written bus schedules, shelter numbers, even a list of jobs she could try at fifteen.
He tore it apart. Page by page.
Then grabbed her wrist. Too tight. Always too tight.
"You belong here. You're nothing without me."
The last thing she remembered was the sound of her own scream before everything went dark.
Someone threw a paper ball at her, she snapped back to the present as a paper ball hit the back of her head.
Giggles. Whispered comments.
"Where'd she get her blazer—thrift store?"
"Does she even wash her hair?"
"Maybe she's mute."
Her head sank lower.
She wanted to disappear into her seat, into the floor, into nothing.
Even the teacher seemed to ignore it all.
This was her life.
School by day. Fear by night.
Until someone noticed her.
Until someone destroyed her.
And this time, that someone had a name:
Kang Ji-hoon.