To See The Moon

An "Alliance"

     When Jeongin opened his eyes, he found himself slumped against a wall corner. He was in a dark room, almost similar to his own house. But this time, not even a single lightbulb lit up the room.

     The scene he saw in front of him made his eyes widen.

     There was another person on the ground. A hood covered his face but he was desperately trying to back away from the person standing in front of him.

     The person standing in front of him. Jeongin couldn't make out who it was, it was almost like a shadow. All Jeongin could see was the outline of a knife in that person's hand, ready to strike the man in front of him.

     Jeongin made no attempt to help the fallen man. He wasn't tired, not injured in the slightest, not even scared. But he didn't move. He sat watching the scene in front of him, awaiting what would happen, almost... wishing for that knife to strike down. Why was he wishing harm on this man in danger?

     Suddenly, Jeongin was on his feet. The same man was right in front of him, cowering in fear. Jeongin felt a knife in the grip of his hands. He looked down and saw exactly that, streaked with blood from who knows where.

     Drops of blood spilt onto the ground but for some reason, Jeongin felt unsatisfied. This much blood wasn't enough. More... he needed more!

     His eyes went back to the man, the night still hiding his face. The knife suddenly felt perfect in Jeongin's hand, each groove fitting around his fingers, holding them in place. He wanted to use it. He wanted to swing it down on the person in front of him, wanted it to hit its mark. He wanted to see more blood.

     What was this feeling? Anger burned inside of him yet his hands shook with excitement. With little hesitation, Jeongin held the knife up, ready to plunge it forward.

     He heard screaming but he didn't know whether it belonged to the victim... or to him.

     Jeongin woke up screaming.

     Frantically, he looked at his hands. Nothing. No knife, no blood. He was alone, his apartment as silent as ever.

     Emptiness fell over Jeongin. Nightmares weren't uncommon to him. He had had countless, especially when he was young, terrified of the monsters and assassins lurking in the night. The only difference back then was, he had been welcomed with warm and loving arms, hugging him until his breathing went back to normal and he could fall asleep again.

     Now, there was no one. Jeongin felt a lump in his throat, trying to ease his heartbeat down. He flinched at the roaring wind from outside, feeling so vulnerable in this grim place.

     But what scared him most wasn't the darkness or the wind. Not even the horrifying nightmare he just had.

     It was the fact that this wasn't the first time he had had that dream.

     Hyunjin almost tripped on the road running over to the Nila announcement board.

     The advantage of a smaller city was that all the important happenings and events of Nila were there for everyone to see, its various announcement boards spread across the city. Hyunjin skimmed over the coloured help wanted ads and charity dinner announcements until he finally found the one he wanted, stars forming in his eyes:

     Nila's First-Ever... Arts Afternoon!

     This Saturday starting at 2pm! Treat yourself to a majestic two hours of dance and music at the Nila Arts and Community Centre. Tickets are free to celebrate this new honour to the arts!