SWEET AND SOUR || Kim Taehyung

65 - Diana

*Y/N'S POV*

I waited, and waited, for a shadow to print itself across the floor, for someone to be at the other side of this door.

I had been waiting for what felt like hours.

Counting my breaths, my blinks. Whatever I could do to stop my mind from deteriorating, I did it.

The room felt like it was constantly getting smaller, more crowded.

I found it difficult to breath in the thin air as the man who had destroyed the fight in me, left me here in turmoil.

I could only feel my finger tips and my toes, the rest of my body was numb, as the rest of it had been touched.

I moved my hand up to my stomach, gently pressing down onto the shirt material, and easing my fingers gently to my skin through the opening of the fabric, where the buttons had been torn off.

It's okay Y/n.

This is still your body.

I sighed to myself, taking me eyes back to the line of light resting under the door, then suddenly, as if someone had heard my internal call, footsteps walked past.

I pushed myself up painfully to my knees, placing my palm against the door.

"Hello!? Please someone!" I called, hearing the sound of wheels dragging across the tiled floor suddenly stop.

"Hello?" A female voice said.

I gulped, gently banging on the door.

"I'm in here!" I cried out, trying to contain the tears that pooled in the corners of my eye.

The shadow of this lady's feet stayed still for a moment, until she walked towards the door.

I managed to slowly come to my feet, standing just behind the door.

Keys chimed against each other from the other side, one sliding into the lock that I was held behind.

I stood back, hearing the click of the lock and the door slowly opening.

I figure, only slightly taller than me, stood in front of the light.

"What are you doing in here?" The gentle voice asked.

I brought one arm over my stomach and touched my other arm against it, taking a slow and small step forward. "I was locked in here.."

The woman stayed still for a moment, standing aside so that the light that she shadowed moved onto me.

I squinted my eyes, finding it difficult to adjust from being kept in the dark room for so long.

"Oh no.." the woman stuttered, "are you okay you look like you've been crying?" She asked as she stood aside, letting me walk out.

As soon as I stepped past the flooring of the cupboard, the air felt immediately friendlier.

"Sweetie.." the woman spoke, gently letting the door close by itself.

"What happened to you?" She worryingly asked looking down my body.

I looked down myself, and my clothes were put on messily, I moved my hands to my face as her gaze came back to my eyes.

I gently rubbed my fingers under my eyes, and they were stained with black mascara.

Her eyes were round and concerned.

Kind.

I felt my tears spilling.

I bit my lip to try and stop them but it was no use.