The story of my life was a simple one, boring, not memorable what-so-ever–that is–before I found my place in history, I became apart of something SO much bigger then my small Nebraskan life. I gained fame and fortune, created designs and family, and the biggest part of it all; I fell in love. How did I get all this? I don't know, but I do know how it all started.

It all stated when I got off the plane in Seoul, South Korea...

"You have now arrived in Seoul, thank you, and please enjoy your stay in our capital." I barely here the intercom lady repeat the same phrase in English, Korean, and a dozen other languages over the frenzied beats of my heart in my ears. I've done it! I've marked two things from my bucket list, go to Seoul, the city of KPOP, and become a fashion designer.

I got a call from SM Entertainment label, saying they needed someone to fill in as a stylist for the company, and I accepted, packing all things necessary, before they even finished introducing themselves.

They informed me that once I arrived, there'll be an escort to take me to the hotel they were paying for me to stay in until we got proper living arrangements figured out...and true to their word, there was a man waiting for me, a sign saying 'Aleasha Brayer'. "Annyeonghaseyoe daehan gongsig, Aleasha Brayer." I greet, bowing to the older gentleman, while using formal form of hello. "Annyeonghaseyoe daehan gongsig, I am here to escort you to the hotel you will be staying at." He says back, bowing in return. It was a relief that they sent someone who spoke English, I mean I learned the language, but I'm afraid of getting it wrong and insulting people...and I don't want to upset anybody.

We share a smile and after collecting my bags from the baggage claim, we walked out to the company car, well, more like limo, and before he opened the door for me to get in, we place my stuff in the trunk, and take off. The streets were alive and I couldn't stop my head from snapping left and right, taking everything in, it was even better in real life.

The car ride was silent until he pulled up to a five star hotel, the outside looking like a castle. "Once you check into your room, you will receive a call from us." He explains, opening the door for me before we collect my bags, and the doorman holds the door for us.

The inside was just as beautiful and grand like the outside, and I felt under dressed, in nothing but a holey hoodie and lime patterned PJ bottoms. We made our way to the front desk, elaborate oak, and a snooty man behind it. My escort opened his mouth but I stopped him by placing my hand on his arm. "Let me." I needed to practice anyways.

"Annyeong hasimnikka, Brayer Aleasha." The man behind the desk nods and starts typing, giving me the key card before pointing out the elevator location. I give a small bow before picking up my bags and walking over to the transportation with the older man.

Together we rode the elevator to the fourteenth floor, the moving box beautiful as well, red carpet that matched the dark oak trimmed walls, and soft music drifted through the speakers. Mr. Lee proceeded to tell me about SM and the important things about Korea, like what to do or not to do, and gave me the laws I needed to follow. He asked me how old I was and I answered with twenty-six. "The legal drinking age is twenty, so you'll be fine."

"You can order what you want from Room Service and the company will pay for it." He says, after dropping my stuff on the deep blue carpet after we got access to my room, actually, it looked more like a suite, but hey, who am I to complain? "Thank you again, goodbye." I bow as the man walks out tipping his hat before disappearing into the elevator.

I release a sigh once the door was closed, sliding down the wood until I sat on the floor, cross-legged. "I did it, I fucking made it." I whisper, on the verge of tears. "In your fucking face Nebraska!" I cheer, crawling over to my luggage and grabbing the one with wheels. Taking the key from my neck, I unlock it and pull the zipper, before rummaging through it all. "Where are you..." I mumble, tongue sticking out a bit as my arm disappears into the storage bag.

"Ah-ha!" I cheer a little when my fingers wrap around the handle of the carrier bag and tug, pulling my electronic holder from the wheeley bag. I tug my laptop out of its case before slipping onto the king sized bed, moaning at the softness. I pull up Facebook and updated my status...

'Arrived in Seoul! Its so beautiful here... '

I wiggle on the bed a bit so my back laid against the engraved oak headboard, before the laptop pinged, and telling me I got something. I click the button and see that my best friend, Kreagon, was the first to comment with...

'If what you say is true, then start posting those pictures of hot Asians you always blab about... ;-)'

I give a winky face back before my cell rings. "Hello?" I greet. "Is this Miss Brayer?" A female voice asks in basic English. "Yes?" I place my laptop to the side and sit on the bed's edge. "I am sorry to inform you, but your services will not be needed. We have a replacement already. The room will be paid for for tonight only, we're sorry for the inconvenience." And then the line clicks, leaving me to the dial tone...

I sit there, speechless, trying to process all this. What the fuck? I have no home to go back to and I'm NOT moving back in with my parents. Fuck my life! This always happens to me. When things start looking good, it gets smashed to pieces. I drop the phone onto the bed before falling forward onto the plush floor, face first...shit... I mumble into the navy fabric, not caring if I was being swallowed up whole by the floor, actually, I was kinda hoping it would. I felt like Jade from Bratz Rock Angelz, 'my life is so over' cue gravestone exploding...

I eventually decided to do what Kreagon does when she's depressed. 'Drinking is the best way to get over sadness.' She would say, before dragging me out with her. It was just past five, so technically, I could start drinking now and not get questioned by it. I soon started fighting against going outside to drink but end up calling room service and requesting some red wine.

I stripped my hoodie and jeans once the dude came with the alcohol, throwing them on the floor, so that I was in nothing but a tank top and boy shorts. Though they disappeared once I started filling the jacuzzi-like bathtub, setting my phone with my Kpop playlist, before settling in the porcelain with the bottle in my hand, and get lost in 'Stupid in Love' by Mad Clown feat Soyu.

Next thing I know, the whole bottles gone and I'm walking down a random street. How I got from bathtub to sidewalk a I don't know, but I was tipsy if my wobbling was anything to go by. Though I notice I slipped on a pair of white short shorts...wait, I don't own a pair... Oh, Kreagon must of snuck stuff in my bags. The baggy black tank hung off my exposed shoulders and my white chucks covered in blue kitties graced my feet.

The streets were deserted which is odd, but I continued to walk, holding the camera up to take pictures of pretty buildings and such...wait, camera? I look at the rectangular piece of green before spotting a middle aged man reading a newspaper on a bus bench. I slowly made my way over to him, bowing a whole 90 degrees before asking him to take a picture of me in front of the Banpo Bridge; it was a bridge that sprayed water that would glow with the colors of the rainbow thanks to the colored lights, and thank him after he took a few shots.

"It's not safe for a young girl like you to be walking the streets alone at this time." He says as he hands me the camera.

"Oh, guess I lost track of time." I shrug, placing the device in my butt pocket.

"Would you mind if I walked you home?" He asks, concern evident in his features.

"Not at all, thank you again." I respond and fall into step with the older man.

"So what's a girl like you doing here in Seoul?"

"I'm a fashion designer, I got a job here. My dream job in my dream place? How could I refuse that?"

"I know I wouldn't." He chuckles and I do so too. This man wasn't that bad and I couldn't help but smile at him. I wasn't paying attention and I ended up tripping into an alleyway. "Careful!" He calls out as he catches me against the brick wall.

"You all right?" He asks, a bit too close. "Y-yeah, thanks." I slowly try pushing him away from me but he's stronger than he looks, his grip tightens on my hips to the point of bruising and I wince. "Please let go..." I ask weakly, turning my head away from the man only to have his teeth scrape against my jawline. "I told you it was not safe." He smirks, before moving one hand to my jaw and jerking my head to meet his lips. "Met me mow!" I try harder to push him away only to have the hand move from my chin to my throat as the other slipped up my top.

I bite the man's tongue, hard, once it entered my mouth, and I tasted the metallic taste of blood. "Bitch!" He yells, stepping back before slapping me hard across the face, making me fall into the side of a dumpster. He ends up pinning me by my wrists before I could recover, straddling my hips as his free hand tears at my shirts collar.

"Help! Anyone, please!" I cry out, struggling underneath the man, but stop once I felt his erection against my stomach. "Be a good girl and I'll make you feel good." He whispers, brushing my now torn tank off my chest before leaning down and takes a bud in his mouth.

"Please, st-stop... Ple-ase, help me...anyone!" I eventually scream out only to have his hand squeeze my throat. "I said behave, no?" He squeezes harder, and I saw my life pass before me-it wasn't much of a life-but still, it scared the shit out of me as did the darkened vision and the pain of air deprivation.

"Hey, let her go!" A man's voice is all I hear, before passing out...