“ Accomplished.”

I pressed the send button and lay back in my armchair, so good to have done my work.
It’s the feeling of finishing your schoolwork too early and knowing there’s more playtime.

I turn on the television in boredom and randomly a news caught my eye.
Titled as “Another Inhuman Killing”.
I gulped on the air I breathe.
Inhumane.
That’s what I did, so does that make me less human and more of a monster?
I yelled at myself in anger at what I did but found composure just a little later.
I walked my way to the fridge and pulled out a can of beer.
Till when am I gonna live like this?
Till forever since I’m so good at this.

I spend the whole of the following day swimming in my won pool of sorrow.
I don’t know what either but I got really depressed the next day.
I really, shouldn’t have looked at the guy’s face. 
Now I suddenly felt guilty.
Trust me when you feeling guilty is just a minor feeling but when you feel guilty for taking a life, that’s a WHOLE different story.

I didn’t really have anything in mind to do or get my head back into being the Black Rose that doesn’t fear, so I did what I always do, I went out for a hike.
Up and down my apartment building.

It’s tiring like hell.
At the end of it, I will think of why I even decide to climb so many steps and hence, forget about everything else but tiredness.
Then I’ll go on a eating spree and get hyper.
Then I’ll go around killing again.

I live in a seven story apartment building.
It a weird number but neither do I know the significance of why seven.
Its cool though.
So I went up and down, for at least four times until I literally felt like dying.
Usually, at the second round of climb, I would be overwhelm by muscle aches and stop climbing but today seemed different.
I kept imagining the dead’s man face.

What was his name again?
Lee Byunghyun, right?
AH, .
Why am I even trying to recall his name, its just gonna kill my conscience even more.
Focus, Minji. Ahn Minji, you can do this, that guy wasn’t the first, no need to be so emotional!
I slapped myself and got out of the trance.

All these while, not realizing that there was someone who had been looking at what i had been doing.

I yelled in irritation and I saw a slight movement from the corner of my eye.
Someone was behind me and he was slowly crouching out of my sight and my way.
He just needed to piss me off. I sighed and clenched my jaw.
I'm pissed enough already and he has to come and break my concentration.

Bull.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?”

I snapped.
Yes, when I’m on my period, I get very, very moody.
And very pissed very simply. 
So do not mess with a menstruating Black Rose.
She cuts you.

In front of me stood a man maybe a foot taller that I was.
His hair was a dirty blonde and his body was hugged by the tight wife-beater he had on.
His warm eyes looked fearfully at me and he bows as tried to retreat back to his home.
I cleared my throat and he stopped his action.

“What were you doing?”

He asked truthfully and I rolled my eyes at him.
Took me so much to ask a question he could answer himself, what a moron.
Dude, was he blind?
Didn’t he see how I tiredly climb the mountain of steps?

“I was climbing the stairs.”

I mocked him sarcastically and he gave me a cheeky grin as his free hand ruffled his messy hair.

That was kind of attractive.
And since I’m on my bad mood day, it’s kind of pissing me off.
He’s too pretty to be doing that kind of attractive kind of hand motions while smiling.

“I mean I know you’re climbing the stairs but why are you doing it so seriously? Are you okay?”

He asked me and I just nod.

“It’s a daily exercise.”

I non-chalantly replied and walked back to my apartment.

“I’M JOON, YOUR NEIGHBOUR.”

I heard him enthusiastically hollered and I inwardly smiled.
I don’t know why but I have a gut feeling that I’ll always remember that name.
Joon.