BURY A FRIEND: C-2

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     COLDNESS. Emptiness. Everything he felt last night was here again.

He slowly opened his eyes to find himself again in the white room.

"No" he whispered to himself.

"Hello to you too" the voice from behind him startled his soul. He was laying down, so naturally he tried to sit up but couldn't. His whole body was being pulled inside nothingness inside floor by black gloved hands around his limbs.

"What are you?" Chan asked.

"I'm just your imagination"

"No... if that-that was the case, why did I had marks when I woke up"

"Cuz you didn't passed me to someone else... and until you don't.. I'll keep coming back to you"

Chan was a little less than half inside the floor.

Shit.

He sighed. "I'm scared"

The hands around him were gone. He was back on the surface. Lying normally.

"You're free" the boy said

Chan sat up. He was so confused.

"Why don't you run from me?" Jisung smiled slyly.

Yes. Why wasn't he running? He looked around. Sighing again when he realised that 1. There weren't any doors or windows to escape, 2. This was his own dream.

Jisung's smile grew into a clever smirk. "Thats what I thought.. now be quick and pass me, you're boring chan"

Chan looked up. He can pass this deadly nightmare to one of his friends, but he didn't wanted them to go through this but again, he himself didn't wanted to go through this hell aswell.

"Hurry chan"

Beep beep

Beep beep

He woke up again from the voice of his alarm.

He checked his arms and saw the marks. This was actually happening.

What was he supposed to do now?

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