O Macbeth eue
O Macbeth: I will write about how my character kills yours.
Chaerin wasn’t one to drink, but knowing her friend, she knew he would be able to handle alcohol if it was given to him. Chaerin had recently been suffering with a mentality that everyone was against her, that no one needed her and everyone was planning on her hurting her— call it a disorder, maybe even a mental illness.
Ji Sang was one of her closest friends, but even on days like today it felt like he was against her. Both of them were at a restaurant, waiting for their food. Both were performers, so they were giving each other advice on how to deal with the pressure.
"You should try harder, and you’ll become even bigger, Chae," Ji Sang stated this with the thought that Chaerin would understand he meant she was already a great performer but if she worked even harder she would make it even bigger.
"Ah, yea. Hey, want something to drink? My treat."
Without an answer, Chaerin quickly got up and made her way to the bar area, and asked for a bottle of wine. The bar tender was moving to slowly which bothered Chaerin. Leaning over the counter, she grabbed a new bottle, handing the tender a few bills. Walking away quickly, she saw the food on the table.
After finishing their food, Ji Sang was basically drunk. He drank a total of four glasses of wine and a few shots at the end of the night. Paying for the meal, Chaerin grabbed the bottle and her friend and drove them back to his place. Why make this crime look obvious, right?
Once at his place, she set him on the couch and told him to wait for her. Chaerin gave him another glass of the wine, mixing it with the other liquor she found around the place. Without him noticing, she also dropped a few pills in it. Her treat.
"Here you go," she handed the glass to him. He quickly drank it all down. Now he was drunk and drugged. He was slowly dozing off and he had fallen on his side on the couch. Chaerin covered him with a blanket. A few hours passed, and she had calmed down.
"Ji Sang-ah, Ji Sang— Ji Sang!" She shook him continuously, waiting for him to wake up. “Yah, wake up, I’m leaving. I want to say sorry though.." She checked for a pulse. Nothing. Putting her ear on his chest, she heard no heart beat. She put her finger under his nose, but felt no air. Teary eyed from the realization that she had just murdered her closest friend, Chaerin gathered her belongings and rushed out the door.
