She saw blood.
A dark, deep shade of red, pooling around her. Nothing else in sight for miles until she started drowning in the black void that surrounded her. She screamed for help. She called out for anyone and everyone she remembered.
"Jungkook!" She shouted again but he wasn't there.
"Help me!" She pleaded again but to no avail.
And then she was in the kitchen of her own house. Everything seemed fine, it felt warm and for a second she felt safe until the glass slipped out of her hand and hit the ground, shattering into millions of pieces. She looked around, terrified someone might have heard it break but no one came. She felt as if some force pushed her out of the kitchen hurriedly, rushing her towards the staircase.
Blood, she saw once again. But it gushed out of a lifeless body alarmingly fast.
"Mom!" She cried out, running to the body as fast as her reflexes allowed her. She fell on her knees, calling out for her mother again and again. She lamented, she cried, she tried to do everything she could in her power. But her actions froze upon noticing the unfamiliar face. That was not her mother. That was no one she had known of.
Eyes wide with terror and heart accelerating at a speed too fast. She moved away from the body, looking around to make sure it was her house. Indeed it was.
She heard the clattering sound of metal falling from some height and she looked up. She felt petrified, panic rising in her mind with every step it took down. Who was it? She wanted to know. She wanted to shout to scare the silhouette away but her throat dried up. Her brain froze in its own nightmare and she couldn't help but stare at the dark shadow.
The stairs creaked as the silhouette started to show itself and before she could catch a glimpse her mind ushered her to run away. The adrenaline discharge gave her the strength to push off the ground and stand on her own feet and sprint for the door briskly. Time felt to be ticking by and she did not bother grabbing anything other than what she already had on her. The only mantra in her mind, repeating itself, 'Get out of here.'
The hallway seemed to extend and her steps slowed down although she tried to run with all her might. 'Get out of here, he's coming!' She turned her head to look backwards and she saw a shining metal falling. She couldn't look more, she had to save her life. She felt tired, sweat dripping down her forehead. She closed her eyes for a second, losing balance immediately and hit her head against something, screaming in pain, in dread.
Youra's sleep cracked early in the dawn. Taking in deep breaths, she looked around. She heaved a sigh of relief, finding herself in the same room she had been assigned a few weeks back. She looked out of the window, it had been drizzling and the weather was quite cold. Turning to the bedside table, she switched on the lamp and scooted over to the bedrest to lean on it whilst closing her eyes.
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