✔My Boyfriend Is My Enemy ▪PJM▪

Forty-One

|| I don't know how I'm on such a writing spree these days even though I'm suffering from fatigue. The chapters from here onwards are much more into psychological torture and mental trauma so here's a warning in case anyone feels disturbed by it||

Kyung Mi's pov

How long has it been since I'm stuck in here? 

Days? Weeks? Months?

I don't even know what time it is yet being trap in this room is madness. And it's driving me crazy. 

Those weird scientists coming into the room and injecting some weird foreign substance into my bloodstream. Frankly, I have no idea what are the drugs or what effects they have on me but I don't care. Considering I am trapped here without any clue.

No matter how much I screamed, how much I bang or scraped the walls, how I trashed the entire room or refuse to eat the white rice given to me every day. They won't let me out of here.

It's always white surrounding me and its killing me. I don't ever want to see another white object after getting out. 

Correction. If I can get out.

I don't want to be here at all that I can feel myself losing my sanity.

This is torture. 

I've never felt such deprivation and isolation before ever since I managed to escape my childhood. 

Please just let me out.

I cried the 999 times because it's just so tormenting. I sat up on the bed, facing the standing mirror in front of the bed. I thought to myself and ended up walking towards the mirror, I probably going to lose my sanity eventually.

I saw my reflection staring back at me. Eyes as blank as death, face pale as a ghost and my body looked skinny as I've been starving myself for the past I-don't-know days.

"Pretty shit here, isn't it?"

I must be beginning to hallucinate but my reflection is talking back at me. My eyes blinked for a second and my reflection change, it's the girl from before. But there's not much difference between us, aside from her scarlet rose eyes.

Rose... The girl from my dreams...my childhood friend who lives in the mirror...could it be?

"Tell me something..." I mumbled under my breath.

"Are you Rose by any chance?" I saw her lightly chuckling at my question but I did not laugh one bit as I wait for her answer.

"So you've finally realized the truth... Yes, I am Rose. The girl from the mirror you met years ago." My gaze softened at that. But I have more questions that need more answering.

"I'm still in pieces... I don't understand a thing of what's going on and I'm here... slowly losing myself to this torment... This must have something to do with you... is it, Rose?" I stammered as I fixed my gaze at her, seeking the truth from her.

"The truth might not be so easy for you to take it-"

"I DON'T CARE!!" I yelled and punched the mirror in anger. The mirror cracked as my knuckles turn red due to the impact. I'm just sick of people hiding things from me and I always end up suffering for something I don't know what I've done.

The last thing I want is someone pitying my current situation.

"Very well. If that is what you wished then allow me to refresh your past." She sighed before her eyes turn into a serious gaze.