Blooming Of An Evil Flower - Chapter 1
I used to think that suicide wouldn’t be my ending.
I was unhappy.
Objectively or subjectively, I was unhappy.
My father died when I was young. I couldn’t even remember his face.
At the age of four, when I should have been holding my parents’ hands and playing, I was stranded. My mother, who could not win against the hardships of life, left the house, saying that she would return in ten nights. I folded my fingers each day, waiting for her return. My fingers folded and unfolded, and before I knew, more than a decade passed by.
No one came back.
I survived on my own, in an orphanage, since I didn’t have a guardian, gritting my teeth as I got harassed by adolescents who gave away to their sexual desires. I had practiced to show that I can defend myself, even with a woman’s body. However, the fists thrown at her by the sixteen children, was just another embarrassment. It was extremely humiliating.
But then, a ray of hope came to my hell-like life. Adopting a fully grown teenager was quite rare. I had quite the good luck. The couple said they couldn’t forget their dead daughter. Although I had to live up to their standards, it was a happier life than before.
The family was generous and they were friendly. My adoptive parents, who heard my story, were angry at the adolescents instead of me, and could deliver a huge blow to the orphanage.
It was a revenge. A revenge that I couldn’t do on my own, and even though the terrible memory was not erased, I felt like I could live a little brighter life. I was hopeful. I went to a university that recognized my talents, made friends, had mental counseling, tried to overcome the past, and even had boyfriends.
My shallow happiness was broken by a phone call.
I ran home at my mother’s urgent voice. Red labels were all over the house. It was a scene I’d only seen on TV. I blanked out. I could understand words like guarantee, betrayal, embezzlement, etc, but nothing went in my head, it just kept ringing. The view of the house, which was huge, became narrower.
The happy family disappeared. There was only silence in the house.
Three days later, the phone rang again. It was about my father’s death. They said that he threw himself into the river. My mother strangled me at the funeral that I rushed to. A sharp scream and the words she uttered, as if she were possessed by an evil spirit, reached my ears. “Because of you! The cursed one! If not for you-!”
The cursed one.
The words were clear. Some strangers held back my mother who’d turned into a strangling demon. I ran away without looking back. The place where I arrived was my friend’s house. My friend gladly gave me permission when I said I’d be indebted to them for a while.
I suffered from extreme anxiety for a few days, absent-minded with all that had happened.
Meanwhile, a book caught my eye.
I got my hands on the book without realizing it. The title of the book fitted so well with the words that had struck me like lightning, I began to read it, totally absorbed. Unlike its dark title, it was an ordinary fantasy novel, with a little bit of romance.
It was a book that didn’t go well with my current mood. But I couldn’t stop reading. Strangely, I was worried about the supporting character, and not the main character. Vengeance D. Mavla Sort, the Empress of the Sort Empire, also called Venge. A beautiful, lovely, but destined to be abandoned girl born from the Emperor and the Princess of Nectoz. She thought she would inherit her father’s blood more than her mother, but she looked just like her mother and was hence, loved by the emperor.
However, the princess, who was pushed back by the power struggle, was falsely accused of treason and driven to death.
A title came to the ears of the Princess.
“The Cursed Child.”
The 10-year-old princess, who was abandoned by the emperor and had watched the castle burn, managed to escape in the arms of her nanny. In the process, the wise girl, trapped in her memories, stopped thinking, and became just a beautiful idiot.
Her nanny was the only one who took care of her. She took her and ran away into the countryside, Cardi, where no one could reach her. The nanny raised her, who has lost her memory, and called herself her mother. However, the remote countryside, where people couldn’t see, was a harsh place for a beautiful sixteen-year-old girl. The use of a beautiful young idiot girl in a farmhouse with many men could be seen without even imagining it. The nanny used the idiot woman to avenge herself.
She screamed at the useless idiot princess, “It’s all because of you. You cursed one!”
Yes, that was the one reason why I kept reading this book.
Emotions arose in me, for the supporting character, not the lead one. I didn’t feel anything about anyone else. I couldn’t close my eyes, or shut the book. While reading the book, I eagerly hoped in my heart.
May you be happy.
I thought I could live again if she was happy. I was that eager. However, my wish was shattered at the end of the novel. She was ‘The Cursed Child’ to the end. The other cursed main character’s life was happy at the end, but why was she unhappy? The three-day attack ended in misfortune that struck again. In fact, it was funny to write about such a life in a novel.
But her end seemed strangely my end.
I climbed the stairs without thinking as if someone was gently pushing on my back.
The 25th floor was higher than I thought. And I was satisfied. There’s no way I’d ever fail to die here.
As a matter of course, I crossed the railing. A strange sense of floating filled me.
I opened my eyes. I shouldn’t have been able to open my eyes, but I did.
Did I survive the fall from that height? Am I really cursed or something? Various thoughts were filling my head.
If I fell from that height, I would either be in a vegetative state or dead.
I tried to raise my hand because I was worried that I would live a life where I couldn’t even die. There was something strange about the body that moved without any problems. I wasn’t even in a hospital, nor did I have an oxygen respirator.
I looked around once.
I heard a creaking sound on the bed. Clean but faded, white bed sheet covered the unpainted wood. I was in a room the size of a studio apartment, but the ceiling was low. The only light was attached to a wick, placed at the top left. A small wooden desk, a cushion and chair that seemed to have been overused, an old kitchen, and cool air.
It was hard to call it a good house, no matter what exceptions I made. The situation was not yet clear, so I looked around, when the door opened and a woman came in. Brown hair and a face that had undergone the pain of time appeared in front of me. She wore a hood over her head and was in clothes that were not familiar to my eyes.
A middle-aged woman, who looked tired, smiled kindly when she saw me, wearing a skirt that people would wear in medieval movies, with a cape attached to it. “Marie, mother got you some delicious bread.”
Marie, it was a common name. No, it’s a very familiar name. Where had I last read it? In the book I read right before I died. It was ridiculous.
I looked at the middle-aged woman who referred to herself as my mother once again. The slightly reddish brown hair, green eyes, and light freckles must have been attractive in her time.
Her appearance was the same as described in the novel as the desperate fugitive with the Princess.
It matched the nanny’s appearance. I turned my head and looked at my reflection on the window. Blonde, close to silver, and eyes with a colour of the sea.
The light in the eyes was faded from being stuck in the country, but the appearance was definitely a beautiful one, that would shine if it was well groomed and polished.
It also fits exactly with the description of the Princess in the novel I read. A shabby cottage living in a remote countryside. I see, this is where they used to live.
I can’t help but laugh. I couldn’t die in the end. Not only could I not die, but I came back to the one who made me take that step. I was in the body of Vengeance D. Mavla Sort, the blond princess, whom I’d sympathized with, so much.
In the novel “The Cursed Child”, “The Cursed Child” refers to the main character, Emperor Dirkeon Segdard.
The Princess, who I possessed, was also called a cursed child, and was described as if she were the main character at the beginning of the novel, but she was unquestionably a supporting character. The nickname “The Cursed Child” is given to both of them.
But at the end, only one of them was happy. Emphasis was put on the happiness of the main character, Dirkeon Segdard, from the writer’s point of view.
(T/N: Venge is pronounced as Venji)