I Became the Childhood Friend Who Commits Suicide

Chapter 1

Why do people commit suicide?

I always wondered that whenever I saw such news.

I just couldn’t understand it.

Wouldn’t it be better to try something, anything, rather than take your own life?

Bullied at school?

Why not try stabbing the bully with a knife?

Lost all your money and now in debt?

Why not at least try robbing a bank?

I’m not trying to justify committing crimes.

I just think anything is better than dying.

Because once you’re dead, it’s over.

There’s nothing after that.

But now, my thoughts have changed a bit.

Maybe I’ve changed my perspective.

I’ve come to accept that suicide could be a possible option.

“Ugh…!”

A sharp pain, as if my head were splitting apart.

It hurts so much that I momentarily forget to breathe.

When the pain finally subsides, I lift my head and look at the mirror.

The familiar reflection of myself is nowhere to be seen. Instead, a girl stands in the mirror.

Fluffy, cream-colored hair.

Shimmering, amber-colored eyes.

A noticeable mole on her left cheek, giving her a cute appearance.

She’s a character from the world of a novel.

The protagonist’s childhood friend.

Her name is Yoo Hana.

This is who I am now.

I stared blankly at the girl in the mirror.

Then, I slowly raised my hands to my neck.

I begin to squeeze my slender, delicate neck.

The pressure builds, and breathing becomes harder.

As the world starts to blur, the pain that once tormented me fades away.

At the brink of losing consciousness, my hands loosen their grip, and air rushes back into my lungs.

“Cough! Cough!”

I break into a violent cough.

Before I knew it, I was drooling pathetically.

I can’t die like this after all.

Panting while still on my knees, I looked back at the mirror.

The girl, now somewhat familiar, locks eyes with me, her gaze filled with pain.

I have to kill that girl.

I have to commit suicide.

Because that’s the only way I can survive.