Someone in hiding wouldn't become an Idol.. right?
"A truth that's been perceived as a lie is made to deceive the enemy's truth."
Book two of the survival series (can be read alone but needs a bit of info)
ONE OF MY WORSTS ISTG, GOOD IDEA BUT A BAD...
It's so.. dramatic... I'm actually gonna puke myself 1-2 years ago what did I write??
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Ariella's POV
"You fucking whore!"
My eyes are now wide open as I hear the sudden voice. Forgetting stupid as Kevin put a sleeping mask on my eyes, I'm met with darkness.
I feel a fist hit against my stomach and I groan in pain. I take my mask off just as another fist is hit against my stomach.
I find myself looking at a complete stranger, watching her aim for my stomach again. I hold both her wrists and she bites my hand.
"What the fuck?" I say in slight pain in disgust.
"You gonna fake another kidnapping huh? MAKE IT SEEM REAL THEN! ILL GIVE YOU BRUISES!"
My mind becomes dizzy and I remember the pain medication I was administered before. The symptoms were drowsiness, lack of awareness of surroundings, dizziness and more.
For fucks sakes.
She rips her hands away from my grasp and pulls me off the bed, my body falling to the floor. My head spins and I hear her body move so she can kneel beside me, hitting my upper abdomen repeatedly.
"Stop.. please." I croak out but she starts to laugh. "HOW DARE YOU RUIN NCT LIKE THIS?!"
Blood starts coming out from my mouth again, causing my eyes to open to any sign of help.
Something reflects in my eyes and I see the girl holding a knife. "YOU BITCH!"
As she aims the knife towards my stomach, I use my left hand and smack the blade out of her hand. I push her back and crawl as quick as I could towards the door, using the handle to stand up and open the door.
I make my way out into the bright hallway and have to squint my eyes, proceeding to cough up my own blood. "YOU FUCKING WHORE COME BACK!"
I turn around and see her hold her knife again, coming at me.
I grab her wrist to stop the blade from cutting me, the pain increasing in my back and abdomen as she pushes me against the wall to gain strength.
"Stop please."
"YOU RUINED NCT!"
I cough up blood again and it ends up on her face. "DISGUSTING!"
I push her off and take the knife, sliding it across the floor so it's far away. I see a door open and a patient comes out and looks at the knife in front of their door.
The young man, maybe even a teenager takes the knife and holds it in his hand. "Huh.."
