Evelyn, Ms. Little Perfect.

I was an originally someone who's a true human, not from a fantasy novel, I was living. as a slacker caused by the hardships I did in my school days, I studied hard because i was afraid I won't have time to rest. I wanna be a slacker, I have to be competitive. and I did.

Evelyn, Evelyn.

I wasn't dumb as eve to eat an apple from a forbidden tree because of curiosity, It wasn't that easy. I had it rough too, an dumb, bitch, father who also got a lot of bitch.

he cheated on my mom, but she didn't left her. he cheated, and didn't even leave money on her hand so we, and my big brother we will be able to live fancy, and beautiful future ahead.

but I'm not dumb. I know it all.

I often looked upon the stars, sitting alone in a bench, in a verge of giving up of everyone. I was tired, looked up to the moon and stars that given me the warmth while holding a book, I had tears on my eyes while wearing a glasses I didn't wore an fake smile. I was free.

I was reading the " die for me, my beloved. " at the end of my graduation, and I, didn't get to live as a slacker. I might die, and I did.

it wasn't truck, or anything. I killed myself in a thought of tiredness only knowing that I will be in hell for killing myself. but that is fine.

my knife is full of blood, my own blood, my wrist was full of cut and my wavy black hair. shiny white eyes, and slim body. I had an eye bags but I was called pretty, I didn't like it.

who would want to be pretty if you wanted to be someone who can pass your final exam.

I was called perfect, genius but I don't care. I wanted to raise my status at class so can mom be proud of me, and us. but I'm really not to proud of myself either is she. how foolish of me to think there undeniable existence, I avoided my own bloodline.

"..ah, where am i. "

....saying first, at my second life.