BURY A FRIEND: C-1

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    COLD breeze and emptiness, were the only two     feelings he could feel at that time.

Where was he?

He looked around himself. White walls. White ceiling. No door. No window.

How did he enter? He wondered.

"Chan" shivers ran down his spine upon hearing the whisper in his left ear. He snapped his head in the direction but saw nothing.

He then noticed his attire and how he morphed the white room with his all white clothes.

"Channie" this time the whisper wasn't even a whisper, it was a yell. Perhaps, a whisper yell.

"What do you want from me?" Chan cried out, looking everywhere in the white room to find something, someone.

No answer.

Why was he here? The last time he remembers, he went to bed to... sleep.

Sleep. Dream. This was his dream? A nightmare?

He sighed upon thinking about this being just a nightmare. He pinched himself but didn't felt any pain.

So this is a dream.

Black gloved hands were all he could see around his torso.

What was happening all of a sudden? Why were there hands coming  out from the ground and were.. they were taking him in. Shit. The ground was gulping him in.

"Happy to know that you are aware that this is a dream" a voice said, making chan snap his head frantically in the direction.

He saw someone. A human. A boy.

The person came closer to him, he had chubby cheeks and heart shaped lips.

"Hi. I'm jisung" he said, smiling.

Chan looked up to meet his eyes.

He wasn't a human. He couldn't be. His eyes were black. Like, all black, from left corner to right corner, no other colour was found.

"Wake up wake up wake up" chan repeated to himself.

"You wanna wake up? Already?" The very slow pulling of the hands around his torso stopped when the boy- jisung- spoke.

"This is just a dream" chan reminded himself when the boy sat in front of him.

"I'm your worst nightmare." The boy chuckled. "You wanna end this?" Chan nodded his head in a yes, voice not coming out.

"Try to do it then"

"I can't, I tried" chan nervously replied to this fragment of imagination his mind made.

"Bury a friend... and then try to wake up"

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"Hmm... pass me. Take the name of one of your friends. You'll wake up" the boy smiled. His smile wasn't warm, it was terrifying.

Chan stayed quite and kept looking at the boy in front of him with scared expressions.

The pulling started again. Shit.

"You either bury a friend or you....."

Beep beep

"yourself get buried.."

Beep beep

He jolted up.

He woke up.

While heavily breathing, he looked around. Upon finding himself in his own room, he sighed in relief.

What the fuck was that dream?

He was very sweaty so he decided to take a shower to clear his mind and freshen up.

Before that he checked the time.

4:32 am

He went in the bathroom and started undressing. The red marks of hands around his torso were the reason of his stillness.

With shaky breathes he pinched himself. It hurt. This wasn't a dream.

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