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Child Of Great Blessings
Kanako. It meant child of great blessings. So why do I feel like it wasn't. I'm supposed to be blessed, right?
My family's gone. Dead.
That wasn't a blessing.
I got kicked out of school because of my failing grades and inability of paying my tuition.
That wasn't a blessing.
Barley keeping up with my job and paying rent?
That isn't a blessing either.
Currently being chased my a psychopathic killer?
That I feel like I could consider as a blessing.
Living is a burden. We're all going to die anyways. I wouldn't mind dying a bit earlier. After all it's like you've only taken a loan at life. And if you can't pay up, your life is the price. I guess my loan was ending soon and I was going to die to pay up.
It seemed as if the streets of Tokyo were completely empty. Not a single soul in sight.
My bare footed feet ached and were bleeding, leaving a bloody path behind me. Perfect for the man to keep up and not loose trail. My clothes were too thin and not enough to keep out the cold.
Everything was a slight blur, I had no idea why I was being chased down like a prey. But I was sure I had seen this man so, so many times. Standing in the shadows like a vulture waiting, waiting, waiting. But waiting for what exactly, I didn't have anything.
Pitter patter.
The mans feet were running along the round surface of the concrete, his figure just out of reach. So close yet so far.
I closed my eyes and ran faster. Turning into a building and shutting the doors closed. Looking around I realized I had ran right into a office building. Quickly sprinting to a desk, I push it in front of the door.
Maybe trapping myself wasn't the best idea. But I was starting to lose my cool. The walls felt like they were closing in and it was getting harder to breath as the seconds passed. Air went in but it felt stuck. Would I get out of this alive. A Bitter chuckle escaped my throat.
Crash
Startled, I walked backwards. Horrified I watched as the person pushed himself inside from the outside. He was twisting black blade in his hands.
The hood of his hoodie dropped and I couldn't stop the gasp from leaving my lips. This boy -who didn't look much older then me- was beautiful. His doe like eyes and bunny like smile would've been cute if he wasn't staring at me the way he was. There was a lazy -but crazy- grin stretching across his features. Features that god must've carved out himself.
He started talking steps towards me. Panic coursed through my veins and had me stop thinking for a moment. Just as the man shot out his hands and almost caught onto my shirt, I turned around and took off sprinting.
I didn't care where I went, I just wanted to be far, far away from who ever this was.
"Nakamura." Soft whispers left his lips. Over and over and over again he whispered my name.
"You can't get away Nakamura, you have a price to pay." A shriek left my throat as a hand grasped the back of my shirt and yanked hard.
With a loud thud I landed on the floor, hitting my head hard on the cold floor. The gorgeous boy straddled my waist so I couldn't escape, leaning back and putting pressure on my legs just enough so it was hard to move.
Tears built in my eyes and soon wracked sobs formed at my mouth, I was wheezing for air.
"W-who are you?" The boy only grinned harder at that question. Little deep chuckles escaping his pretty mouth. Something dark was glinting in his eyes as he brought his hand with the knife up and across my forehead down to my chin and throat. Just a little more pressure would cut open my throat and I'd die.
"Do you really have no clue who I am?" Sadness laced his voice, fake sadness, sarcastic sadness. His soft, soft voice. His soft voice that seemed so familiar.
He only carried on talking when I didn't respond.
"Have you never wondered who your parents were and what they did?" There was nothing but a thirst for revenge in his eyes.
Another choked sob wracked itself up my throat when I still had no clue what he was saying and that I was probably going to end up dead here. It was sheer irony how I had wanted to die only moments ago, but yet this guy was sitting here a blade in his hands and death seemed inevitable. Fate seemed inevitable.
"Well, do you know?" He murmured whilst dragging the knife back up and down before settling it at my neck.
A moment of silence passes before I shake my head with continuous tears streaming down my cheeks. He lets out a sigh before speaking again.
"Your parents were assassins working for the government. They ended up assassinating my parents. My parents who didn't do anything. We were a happy family. I was 10, I had to watch them die with my own eyes. See them murdered for no reason. Your parents had the wrong people. And because of that, they were hanged for committing murder." The man took a shaky breath before continuing. "But I decided that wasn't enough. It took me years to find you. And your finally here Kanako." His voice was so spiteful and full of hatred. I couldn't blame him, but the voice was so goddamn familiar.
And then it me like a truck. The voice was so familiar because this was the same boy that I had seen everywhere without a doubt this time. Everywhere. I rattled my brain to figure out his name because I knew someone had called him and I was right there. Right there so close to the boy who would be the literal death of her. My eyes widened a fraction remembering his name.
"Jungkook." More silent tears dropped. I don't want it to end like this.
"Oh, so you know my name." Jungkook was back to his animalistic grin.
"I guess it won't matter if you know it or not." He said as he dragged the knife down my arms, goosebumps awakening under the cold tip of the knife.
"Pl-ease I-I don't want to die. Please, please." I couldn't stop begging, maybe, just maybe, he'd spare my life. But I knew so much better when I looked in his eyes that he was unforgiving.
"That's what my parents had said as well, and yet they're not here anymore." Jungkook dragged the blade up my arm making a ripples of shivers through me. He brought it over my chest and right at my heart.
He murmured something very softly I didn't hear. The only thing I could hear was the blood drumming in my ears. I was going to die. This really was inevitable
A scream made its self heard through my throat. More tears, so many tears and so much blood, I jolted up. The pain was so unbearable. The blade stuck in my chest. Everything was fading. Quietness was taking over and the last thing I heard was Jungkooks soft voice.
"Nakamura Kanako, you most certainly are not a child of great blessings."
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Gasps filled the dark small bedroom. A nightmare. It had been all a nightmare. I was safe. In my bed. Yet all alone in this miserable life. I got up to open the window but what I saw chilled me to the bone. A boy wearing a black hoodie staring right up at me grinning with dark eyes.
