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"Why....do I have to go through all this?" Claia wondered in her broken heart. There is only despair. Slowly her eyes stared blankly ahead. Several people passing by on the street noticed him. Riders are no exception. The girl's appearance was obvious as if she had been wronged.

After about ten minutes the girl finally got home. As soon as Claia entered her house, she immediately found her mother, Inka, who was slicing onions for cooking.

"Claia, you're back-"

"Dear! Father!" shouted Claia's mother in panic when she saw Claia's condition. She ran behind calling her husband.

Claia looked so calm though. Her eyes no longer shed tears. Her expression was barely there. She looks like such a cold and flat girl. She took off her shoe which her right hand was holding. She also threw her bag carelessly. After taking nothing else with him, she went into her room and then locked the door.

Inka soon returned to the front with her husband. They immediately moved to the front of his son's room.

"Claia! Are you in there? Open the door now! Why is it even locked?" snapped Inka. She tried to open the door of her son's room but could not. She couldn't understand why it was even locked. Even though her child should be crying, asking for treatment, and telling her about what happened.

"Claia! Open the door!" Now it was his father's turn to scream.

"Claia, why is your body like that? Open up son, Mom wants to see. Tell Mom what happened to you. Open the door!" shouted Inka.

"Mama knows that it wasn't an accident. Even though your bike wasn't taken. What happened to you, Claia?" shouted Inka. She started crying.

Inside the room, Claia lay still in bed. She stared blankly at the floor. She didn't even really listen to the screams of her parents. Then she slowly approached the bedside table and opened her desk drawer. She took some medicine or maybe…poison.

One of Tiara's friends, her senior, gave this poison to Claia while saying, "Maybe you will need this."

His tone was unpleasant.

Claia initially thought the tiny vials of liquid were illegal drugs. But then, the upperclassman finally told him in a low tone.

"This is poison, maybe you want to kill yourself," he said then smiled slyly. Claia should have thrown it away. She felt a deep hatred when he was given that poison. She was furious. However, she strangely kept it when she was contemplating throwing it away. Because, on the other hand, she also often thinks of killing himself.

"I didn't have to go this far," Claia thought.

Her hands were shaking slightly. Then with a quick movement, she drank the poison that was in his hand.

After drinking it, Claia seemed to realize what she was doing. Her eyes filled with tears again and she started to lie down and pulled up the covers. She cried even louder.

"Why? Why?" she sobbed.

Meanwhile, in front of the room, Claia's father tried to break down the door of his only girl's room. Meanwhile, her mother kept screaming for Claia. Claia continued to cry and the more she cried, the louder it got. She no longer cared about the cuts and bruises on her body. She's in pain. The wound is not treated. On the other hand, she was very sad thinking that this was most likely his separation from her parents. She also regretted drinking the poison. But she also thought about the cruelty of Tiara and her friends towards him. She couldn't fight them, couldn't make them stop hurting him, and she couldn't do anything no matter how many times she tried her best in the end she couldn't take it anymore and gave up. She just wants to live happily as usual, she just wants to be free, she doesn't want to be embarrassed, she doesn't want his picture to be shared, and she wants to live longer.

“Claia! Please open the door don't be like this Claia!”

When the pain all over her body began to be felt, Claia began to lose consciousness due to the dizziness in her head, which was also punched and kicked by Tiara's accomplice.

“Mom, Dad, I'm sorry. Claia is so stupid. Claia should have been a little braver."

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No matter how big your problem is, never run away by committing suicide. I just want to say to you, thank you for sticking it out this far.

Claia sent the message to someone. This person is her friend in cyberspace. She almost didn't have any friends in the real world, so she looked for friends online and finally found them. Even though they never talk on the phone or via video call, they often chat. They met at a game. And even though this person claimed to be a boy, Claia didn't care whether he was a boy or a girl.

She once advised a person not to commit suicide when the person said that she wanted to kill himself because she could no longer deal with the problems she was experiencing.

However, in reality, she attempted suicide as well. Claia felt stupid. Now there are only regrets.

"I want….at least I can hug them," Claia thought screaming. Those in question are her parents.

"Ahh. I don't have to worry about them hugging me. Because right now, they're hugging me tight. I want to hug them back, but I definitely can't because I'm already dead," Claia thought.

Suddenly Claia heard laughter, voices of people chatting, and sounds of people walking and working. She immediately furrowed her brows. Why did she suddenly hear voices like this? Is this included in the process leading to death? Besides, she's confused. Her body didn't hurt at all. She also didn't feel dizzy anymore.

"Diora, are you sleeping?"

"Beb, wake up. Just sleep later so you won't stay up late. She said she wants to go to the beach. Baby! So no?"

These voices felt so close as if they were talking to him. Claia couldn't open her eyes just like that because they felt heavy.

"I'm afraid to go to hell," Claia thought. She felt increasingly sad and his heart was restless. "Is this in hell?"

"Diora."

"Sweet sleep."

Claia finally opened her eyes and blinked. What is this? A scene she had never expected or imagined unfolded before him. In front of him, many teenagers were sitting on chairs. Their clothing styles are similar to Tiara and her friends. She looked at their faces one by one but no one she recognized. Other than that, this place is like a cafe and very crowded.

Claia tried to understand her current situation.

"What's this?" muttered Claia. "Why am I here?"

She still remembered very clearly, she was in his narrow and smelly room. She drank the poison given by his upperclassman who was Tiara's friend. Her parents tried to open her bedroom door and told him to come out from the front door of her room. However, why was she in a place like this and with people she didn't know at all?

"What happened?" Claia wondered. This is weird. She didn't feel any pain at all. At first, she felt dizzy until she was unconscious because of the injuries on her body caused by Tiara and her friends. After that, the poison should have started working and she should have died.

Claia's behavior and surprise made the people in front of her look at each other and were a little surprised.

"Diora is everything okay right? Why is that expression on your face?" asked one of the girls with long straight black hair.

Diora? Who is Diora? Her name is Claia. However, Claia did not immediately tell the truth. It was because she was still confused by the current situation. On the other hand, it was also because she started to come to his conclusions.

"This is between me dreaming that I'm no longer headed for death. Maybe my parents managed to enter my room and then saw that I was unconscious and immediately took me to the hospital. Maybe now I'm still in the hospital," Claia thought.

Claia was more certain that she was currently dreaming. Hence, she suddenly stood up and walked around. People noticed.

Claia had read in a book, the way to find out if this was a dream or not was to hurt yourself. Claia pinched her hand but before she could pinch it, she furrowed her brows in surprise. Why are her hands suddenly so big and also very white? Her skin shouldn't be this beautiful. However, this was a dream, so it's possible that her skin would turn out to be this beautiful.

"I hope to dream again when I'm already in another realm. Am I dead?" Claia thought sadly.

Claia closed her eyes tightly. Her eyes filled with tears, she was so sorry. If time could be turned back, she might have chosen a different path. Compared to killing himself, she can turn out to be braver and fight against Tiara and her friends at any cost.

If only.

Claia raised her head and once again looked at the people here. Almost everyone looked at him including the teenagers who were in front of him earlier, who called him Diora. This situation is really strange. She also looked outside the cafe and saw a lot of vehicles passing by on the road but not too busy. Then when she found a mirror, she froze.

Only she was standing and what was reflected in the mirror was the face of a beautiful girl with long hair. Claia approached the mirror with a surprised face.

"Th-this?"

Who's this? Claia was taken aback.

"What happened?" thought Claia. She was sure the face reflected in the mirror was him. The problem is, this girl is not her.

"It's not me," Claia thought. Claia touched her face to confirm it one more time. And in the mirror reflected the same action. Claia was even more confused. She didn't understand this situation.

Suddenly her head felt dizzy and sick.