MADHOUSE || PJM

#9

it's completely dark..
the metallic smell of blood invades my nose.

run! you have to run, he's coming!

my hands touch the wall beside me, guiding me through the house. at the end of the hall, i can see a big window, a glimpse of moonlight seeping in through the glass.

but there's enough light to let me see the silhouette of a man.

him..

he's wearing a long black coat, his face covered with some kind of cloth that only allows me to see his eyes.

his eyes..

i can't recognize them in this darkness.

"y/n.."
his voice sounds so calm, yet so terrifying.

i can't move.
he starts walking towards me and i can just stare complete panic, my legs not responding.

as he moves closer, i can see blood dripping from his hands. murderer.

run.. he's closer every time.

his eyes..
whose eyes are they?

they are..

i wake up in a jump, breathing heavily. another nightmare.. but this one felt so real, as if it was a memory rather than a dream.

i run my hand across my face, forcing myself to wake up and start the day.

-

after the afternoon class, i finally walk back to my room. i walk in and close the door behind me, letting out a sigh as i lean my back against it.

my room is dark, the lights are off and the clouds covering the sun don't let much light into the room.

i look up and i nearly jump when i realize there's someone sitting on my bed.
my heart starts racing in fear. what if it's him?

i'm completely stuck to the floor. i swallow and examine the intruder.

"you."

"me."
jimin smirks and stands up.

"you.. you scared the crap out of me!"

"i know."

i furrow my eyebrows.
"what.. how.. why are you here?"

"well, i was bored, so i thought scaring you would be fun, and i wasn't wrong."
a perfect smile lifts his lips.

"aren't you supposed to be on the other side?"
i say, crossing my arms over my chest.

"yes."

"you shouldn't be here then."

"and you shouldn't have gone to the basement with your friend the other night, but you still went."

touché.
"what do you want?"

his usual smile disappears and places his hands in his pockets.
"how are you?"

his question surprises me.
"huh?"

"i think the loss of hearing is not a secondary effect of your medication."

i narrow my eyes.
"so funny."

he raises his hands in sign of peace.
"i really want to know how you are."

"why would you want to know that?"

"because we're friends."

"we're not friends."