Grammy

XXVIII :: Piranha Etch

The knob tossed and Jungkook barged inside, followed by Namjoon and Archi while Yoongi silently closed the door.

My eyes were an overflow of salted tear drops, smearing all over my cheeks. I couldn't keep my body at rest and almost threw myself at her.

She had been holding her left arm, tightly and only gave her right hand to hug me. She couldn't move the left hand much.

I broke the hug to see her arm but she turned away from me. Her head had a bandage wrapped around with a torn piece of cotton shirt, which I suspect to belong to Yoongi.

"Archi, what happened to your arm?" I threatened her my question.
"I got shot. The bullet passed inches away and am currently partially paralyzed because it badly hurts." She casually delineated the whole story to me, as if nothing ever happened.

That bullet I heard, did hit her.

"That bullet hit you..." My lips quivered.

"Hey, ulijamarayo. Nan gwanchana, kure? (Hey, don't cry. I'm okay, okay?)"
"Ulgoshipji ana. But... Meomchul su eobseo.(I don't want to cry. But... I can't stop.)"

She smudged off my tears with the tip of her thumb. Her hand was cold and large, covering my whole face at once.

It is hard for me to not have her around me. And now that I hear her being harmed, my blood boiled.

"Eta dekh! (Look at this.)" I switched on my evidence of Aron being in our house.

"God! He's a serious criminal. What are we doing?"

It was quarter past 3 in the night. We were sleep deprived and scared, Archi was injured and I was restless.

Some of us are trained martial arts seniors but arms and firearms are two total different weapons, with the later being more efficient.

We were stuck in a game of chase, where neither is the cat or the mouse. Both sides are enemies yet all of us are villains in this reality fiction.

I am a villain for Archi and BTS, they're stuck here because of me. And my foe, is reason for this.

Archi groaned in pain, as the injury ached more with every passing minute. I can't see her in pain for long.

I can't save ourselves but I still have my phone. If only at this hour, the police do not disappoint me and come to our rescue, I promise to go to Church every Sunday.

I dialed 911 but guess what? That man disbelieved me to be the real Sparkle and scolded me for disturbing him.

These tiktok influencers are the reason why real urgencies and medical emergencies get overlooked, for being a probable reaction video.

I retried, but after 4 rings, they just don't want to pick up anymore.

Jimin had his head rested on Yoongi's shoulder and Jungkook slept on Jin's lap. Archi had also slept off. Her body was having it too much. Hoseok did not sleep but had his eyes closed and Taehyung sat in the corner, trying to remain strong.

Namjoon was still standing, his hands covering his face. His frustration and agitation were against his calm temperature. He maintained it, but how long?

"Argh! They aren't coming to our rescue." I punched the wall. I had it enough. Now I am gonna kill that bastard.

"Ummggh! Y/n-ah, sobai ghumochhe. (Everyone's sleeping)"

I sat down on the chair, obeying Archi. They needed rest but in this messed up world, I was powerless.

Silence has spread all across the house. It was in the middle of the night. The small weapons we had were worthless to the mighty guns.