Letting out a long sigh, Y/N closed her laptop. Getting up she walked down to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, she took out a half-eaten rotisserie chicken and some bread. Heating the chicken in the microwave she started to make herself a sandwich for lunch. Sighing again she jumped up and sat on the counter eating an apple while the chicken warmed up. Looking out the kitchen window, she saw the beautiful lake shining in the sunlight. The afternoon was warm yet comforting. Sitting back her mind went back to the strange animals in the forest. Well, a certain blue and yellow bird occupied his thoughts. The bird was undoubtedly the prettiest creature she saw. The beeping of the microwave broke her trance. Making herself a sandwich she poured herself a glass of juice and sat on the kitchen island to eat.
Suddenly, a sound made her flinch. A sound she was very familiar with. A sound that still makes some nights hard to fall asleep as it echoes in her ears. A gunshot. It rang again. Followed by a growl and a howl. Y/N froze in her place. Her palms shaking and sweating profusely. Another sound of the gunshot near the house made her drop down on the floor. She scooted herself under the island and covered her ears. Shaking back and forth she kept mumbling words of a song.
I Have a Dream, a song to sing
To help me cope, with anything
If you see the wonder, of a fairy tale
You can take the future, even if you failI believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream, I Have a DreamThe tune did not come out properly, nor did she care. It was the words that gave her strength. Briefly, a face of an older woman in a white A-line skirt and floral blouse flashed in front of her. The woman had a straw hat on and was spinning happily in the grassy meadows covered in wildflowers while the song played on a tape recorder. Images of two young girls giggling flashed before her eyes. Tears streamed down her face.
The gun sounds had stopped long ago, but Y/N had squeezed herself small under the kitchen island scared of everything. 30 long minutes later, she crawled out of there. Slowly with shaky legs and arms, she got up from the floor. Holding on to the walls she went to the kitchen sink and splashed water on her face. Grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator she emptied it in one go.
While throwing the now empty bottle, she heard some rustling sounds from inside the storage shed. Her heartbeat picked up. Grabbing a kitchen knife, she tiptoed around the kitchen and towards the staircase that joined the house from the inside to the shed. Slowly approaching the door, she felt hot tears streaming down her face.
Anticipating some people with firearms trying to break into the house, she began panicking. Images of blood-covered bodies of her loved ones flashed before her eyes as a new wave of panic started to set in. Cracking the storage she'd the door open slowly and cautiously, she walked inside. Every sound simultaneously stopped. Y/N felt her heartbeat was the loudest sound in the world and she wanted to mute it.
Rounding the corner of the garden supply rack, she shoved the knife in front of her. Breathing heavily, she saw seven pairs of scared eyes looking at her.
Taking a huge breath she stumbled backwards. Her hair stuck to her neck and shoulders due to sweat from the previous panic attack. Face covered with tears and sweat. Holding the knife in front of her she looked at the 7 men who looked equally as terrified. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house!" She said sternly
"Look, lady, put down the knife. We are not gonna hurt you." A man with cat-like eyes said. "Yeah? And I am Emma Stone! What the fuck you all are doing here!" Y/N said moving backwards. Another taller guy came forward. "I know this is sudden, but we are running away from our attackers. They would kill us if we go out now. They have guns" He said. Y/N raised her eyebrows. "Those gunmen were after you? Why?" She said. "Can you put down the knife? We will tell you everything. Also, our friend here is hurt. He needs medical help" the man with the cat-like eyes said. Y/N saw that behind them a tall muscular man was travelling an injured fellow.
She dropped the knife. "Follow me." She said. And stumbled inside the house. The seven men looked at each other and followed her. Entering the vicinity, they saw The girl was washing her face. She tied up her hair and opened a cabinet. Receiving a box she guided them towards the couch. The injured men were laid down. "I am Y/N," she said. "Didn't you say you were Emma Stone?" The tall man said. "I was kidding," Y/N said. "I am Jin. Kim Seokjin." He said. "I am Jeon Jungkook," the man who was carrying the injured fellow said. "And that is Jung Hoseok," he said pointing toward the injured person. Y/N crouched down beside Hoseok. "Well, Jin. Can you help me?" She asked. Looking over at Jin. "Sure," Jin said and sat beside her._________________________________________________
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