Krystal POV

I woke up in the white hospital room on a bed, lying alone. The only thing I could feel was the hollowness inside of the shell I use everyday. If you don't know what I'm talking about then I'll make it more clear for you. The thing I am refering to is my body, the shell. It's only a shell now because inside there is nothing in it... There is no soul, no hope, no love, and no purpose. I turned my head a bit and I could see an IV Drip bag attached to me. Then, I remembered that I had fainted... I was almost gone... So close to my only option of freedom. So close to death. I've always wondered how I ended up like this. It wasn't bad dealing with anti fans and rumors, it didn't kill me like that other thing had. I could care less for those I didn't love, but it hurt me when I realized that some people that I loved never loved me. No ones wants to be hated by someone they loved... Especially the ones they had trusted the most.

'I was never really her friend. I only pretended to be one so that she wouldn't feel like a loser that she actually is.' 'Face it, we all know she's only famous because of her sister.' 'I can't believe she hasn't figured out that we were never her friends.' 'She's such a disrespectful girl that needs to learn a lesson.' 'She'll never be as good as her sister.' 'She's the most useless and cold member in f(x).' 'The girl is so fake and annoying I wish that she would just get away from me.'

I had thought that 'they' were my 'friends' and that they'd never say that. I don't want to tell you their names because it hurts to even think about those names. I was nothing but a burden to all of them. I was the piece of trash to them and probably many others. If I were to disappear from the world I bet that after a few years no one would even remember me. Not even my parents...

'It's too bad Soojungie will never be as successful as Jessica. She's pretty much useless compared to those super idols right now.' My own parents had even once said when they thought I was asleep in my room on the day that both my sister and I had come home to visit them.

That's right, to them I was just a back up package. I love my sister very much, but at least my parents should tell me that I have the potential beat her even if they didn't know that I was there. That was the very night I slowly stopped fighting against those feelings. I let the sharp needles of pain strike me one by one after each horrible comment I heard about myself. I let myself fall into the hands or darkness and I let it consume me anyway that it had pleased. I wondered what was the point in suffering like this for any longer so I lifted up my arm and placed my hand on the thin plastic tube that connected me to the IV Drips. I wrapped my fingers tightly around it and gathered some of my remaining strength and ripped it off. I could feel a fair amount of blood oozing out of my wound at the speed of my heartbeat. The liquid, blood it felt warm and soothing after the pain had disappeared. I felt enough strength to climb out of the bed and headed towards the door. There were mobs of reporters on one side of the hall blocked off by guards so I steathily escaped to the higher floors of the hospital. The halls of the hospital.. They all looked the same. It was surprising that there was no one in these halls and there was probably no one monitoring the cameras of the hospital. They were all so busy in trying to get the stupid reporters out rather than checking up on me. Even they cared more about getting those reporters ou