°•☆𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬☆•° , 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒐.

05 , dreams

TW: SUICIDE WILL BE MENTIONED

Daisy gasped for air as her knees gave out beneath her, causing her to collide with the ground while her mentor watched, water bottle in hand. Her 15 mile run was hell, but she didn't have the choice to reject whatever exercise her mentor forced her to do. She just wished it could've been a different simulation beside the Maze one. 

Seeing those robotic monsters chase after her didn't train her to keep a steady pace, it trained her to run as fast as she could for her life.

Wasn't she forced to train to learn how to run better, not faster?

Rolling onto her back, her chest heaving up and down, she watched as her friend Minho fell down beside her. She couldn't hear whether he was also evening his breath, but she saw the look on his face as he closed his eyes, inhaling and exhaling. That's probably what she should've been doing. 

Her mentor claimed the breathing exercises were easy to do and get used to, but it just hurt her chest when she tried inhaling slowly. 

Minho tapped her shoulder and she tilted her head to him. 

'Rematch, there's no way you beat me again.' They laughed, starting to recollect themselves as their mentor examined their results on the big hologram of a computer. Minho and her learned to not pay attention to it, whatever they do wasn't good enough, anyways.

'Don't worry, I'll slow down for you next time,' Daisy signed, a smile on her face. Because of that smile, Minho wasn't sure if she was serious or just teasing him. He was aware Daisy was too kind for her own good, and he was aware it could get her into serious danger one day. 

'If we're ever in that situation together, you're not allowed to wait for me, just keep running,' Minho signed; he had picked up learning sign language as a hobby to communicate better with her. 

Daisy took note of his new serious tone, knowing he wasn't joking around. 'We're friends, and friends look out for each other,' Daisy argued, but neither of them could continue once their mentor came back, printed results in hand.

Sighing, both 12 year olds turned their attention to their stern advisor. 'Daisy, your breathing exercises, you haven't been doing them, have you? Your breathing levels are uneven and hectic,' Why was it that she always started with berating her first? Why didn't she start with Minho for once?

'You'll start losing free time if you don't begin applying your breathing exercises,' she warned her, a stern complexion on her face as she stared at Daisy, tossing ber a water bottle.

Immediately she started unscrewing the cap and gulped down every drop, missing what unencouraging things she would say to Minho. It was whatever at that point, though, she could just ask later. 

Minho and her were sent off to the showers before dinner time. They didn't have to worry about bringing towels or clothes, everything they needed was already prepared in the shower area, relieving Daisy that she didn't need to do more walking.

She smiled at Minho before turning to go shower, but he latched onto her wrist, pulling her back. Confused, she went to look at him.

'I just wanted you to know, that if we're ever in danger, I'll protect you,'