I DO WHATEVER I WANT!
EPISODE 1

My name, it doesn't matter.

I'm just a useless girl who quit school after turning 13.

My parents died when I was 3 years old and were taken care of by an uncle of my father's family.

I was taken care of badly by my uncle. I was always beaten up and kept hungry for days.

When I was 13, I ran away from my uncle and was forced to quit school. I work as a cafe waitress or cashier to survive.

Now, I am 27 years old and I only live in cheap apartments and my hobby is writing my imagination in books.

Some are finished, some are abandoned, some are happy ending, There is a tragic ending And There is an ending that is forced.

Yep, all the typical novel writers are on me.

But I never wanted to let anyone read the stories I wrote.

Wh why?

That sucks. Unlike most writers, I create stories based on the hatred I unleash against them.

Not a pound of the characters written by me gained the love of a writer. I hate them and want them all to end up with a tragic ending.

But, do you know? Characters are only created and they will move on their own without us knowing.

I hate to see my happy ending.

Why can they be happy when I suffer like this.

They have friends, while I am alone. They are loved and I am always angry.

I hate them and want them to reach a tragic ending like mine.

My hand holding the old pencil long lost its power and my vision began to blur.

'Did I die?'

I know the cause. Why not? I overdose sleeping pills. I have insomnia that makes it hard to sleep.

I even need to take 5 sleeping pills every time I want to sleep.

And that's if I take 5. I also sometimes take 10 pills just because I'm furious.

Who cares if I die?

My parents are dead and my uncle may be drunk. My workmate is very annoying and likes bullying me. Grandma, the owner of this apartment, may be happy with my death for always making debt bills.

'Huh.... I just finished paying the debt bill too.'

Weakly, I covered my eyes and hoped to be buried well.

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'Huh?'

'Who is this pink haired beauty?!'

I touched the glass with my smooth hands.

'Pink eyes and pink hair are as beautiful as cherry blossoms.'

A terrible smile appeared on my beautiful face.

"ha, hahahahaha!"

I can't help but laugh out loud.

The warm and loving pink hair and eyes, no, it was empty because it was mine

it's just a facial refraction. 😁️

How could I forget the description I hated most in the story I wrote.

Villian, Villian Tex Ajellan. The first daughter of duke Ajellan and the second child of Ajellan.

The first is his older brother, Felix Tex Ajellan.

A pratogonist in a story I wrote. I made it with the greatest hatred of all the characters I've ever created.

He will die in 2 years due to an incurable disease.

The disease is souhell. Souhell is a disease that I created in that story as a deadly but painless disease.

It's a curse disease and after suffering from the disease, he will die within 2 years and the sign of the disease is on the body, has a black spot of 2 cm.

Villian's is on his chest. Who would dare to look at that area on a girl and a duke's son anyway.

But what I hate is, she hid her pain and helped a lot of people and wanted to die for helping someone.

"Hey, what's the pleasure of dying while making people cry over your death?!

If you want to die, just shut up why!?"

I screamed out of frustration. I became a character that I hated more than anyone pound.

I hate him because he helps everyone whose distress he sees. Characters like that I hate. That's because in the real world, nobody would do that.

Ye. My hatred is not based on my innocent character.

I admit.

That's how I survived until I was 27.

One more thing.

"I hate drees!!!"

How can you get a tomboy girl who doesn't and forever won't use cloth, to wear a dress like a princess?!

A typical graceful girl does not fit him. The girl who fights with the street gangsters with empty hands, told to be princess?

Just be right!

'Ahh.'

That long pink hair really made her reimas, let alone that disgusting color.

"I'll be dead in 2 years? I'm a duke's son, right?"

Villian has a scary smile on his face that no real Villian will ever make.

"really darling. I killed this beautiful character after 1 year and 6 months. I hated him for getting him killed by a girl jealous of him who was approached by the most handsome guy in town."

I muttered with an eerie smile using Villian's pretty face.

"Fuck me dead or alive. The story I wrote was only to end tragically.

Fuck the story I wrote. I'm from now on, Villian Tex Ajellan. I'll do what I want."

I muttered with an eerie smile and tore up that expensive looking pink dress.

"Help before death? Fttt.... Ahahahahahahahaha!!!"

Once again I laughed eerily using Villian's pretty face.

"If I'm going to die, well I'm crazy about helping people."

He opened Villian's closet. He saw that the clothes for horseback riding were in a very far corner of the wardrobe.

With a dress for horseback riding, I wear a hat to make his hair look short.

He opened the door fresh. He would go meet a healer and spread rumors he would die in 2 years.

No one would forbid him to do apapon if people knew he was going to die.

"Villian?"

A man taller than Villian with the same pink hair and eyes as Villian.

Bang out!

The shocked Villian immediately closed the door loudly.

"Villian, you want to ride a horse?"

Villian's older brother, Felix Tex Ajellan. A soft voice asked his sister.

She was confused because her sister was so afraid of horses because horses once ate her hair.

"I'm crazy brother. So let it go."

Villian retaliated like that made her brother frown with a feeling of worry.

"Villian, has anyone challenged you to a horse ride?"

Again, Felix asked in a soft voice.

"I told you I was crazy. Shut up and just go."

Felix didn't believe it. But if he enters Villian's room, he may believe.

The dress that was torn Villian was still there.

There was no way her sister would tear up the pink dress she loved so much and wear it almost every time it was in the closet.

"Villian."

A soft but firm voice came out from Felix's mouth.

"Sister. I'm bonkers. I'll be dead soon."

Villian just said it tampa considering the feelings of the brother.

Felix's eyes rounded at Villian's weak voice.

That's not Villian's weak voice. It was just a lazy voice.

"Villian, a, what do you mean?"

Felix's soft voice trembled as words came out of his mouth.

Villian breathed internally.

"Souhell."

Villian just said it honestly. Souhell pain is not painful and sufferers of this disease can live healthy lives like other normal humans.

Only, he will die within 2 years. That'sthat's all.

Brucks.

Villian heard something fall to the floor and opened the door.

He saw Felix sitting on the floor with a very pale face more than he who received the curse.

Felix's entire body shivered and sweat filled his body.

"Sister?"

Even for Villian, it was a shock.

"Where's the sign?"

Felix asked that and in a shameless manner, Villian pointed towards the top of his left chest.

Felix stands up and pulls Villian. Villian only follows her because she cannot defeat her brother's power.

She must be, her brother will take her to where she is headed.

Physician room.

It is not necessary for him to search for this palace-like house.

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Seriate...........