secret place °sunsun°

- (1) the betrayal -

-chapter one-
-the betrayal-

s.u.n.o.o's pov

"Wait for me," he said.

"It will only be a second," he said.

That was a call made to me two hours ago from my dearest friend, Jungwon.

But now, I sit uneasily, parked on the side of a rigid street. Carefully, under a lamp post and alongside a line of late night pubs. My jagged fingernails, worn down due to biting, snag pieces of thread as I tug at the unraveling yarn from the crew of my crochet pajama top.

I can't stand driving at night. I should've stayed at the dorm, in the comforts of my own bed. Let Jungwon walk home in the dead of night. But, I can't do that to a friend.

I stare out of my passenger's seat window. Goosebumps run up my arm. This area is so sketchy. Is that a person hiding in the corner? No, I'm seeing things. I'm just anxious.
Calm down, Sunoo. I speak to myself, turning my focus onto the bright club sign next me: MASIDA'S TRANCE. Anything to distract me. People get into trouble at this time of night. It's not safe. What if Jungwon got caught up in something suspicious? That's the thing about Jungwon. There's always something.

Maybe I should call and make sure he's okay. No, he said he'd come. He'll come.

Smoke and fog seep from the entrance doors of Masida's Trance; it's a new and popular club in town. Seeing through the transparent entrance doors, neon lights strobe inside. Music emphatically fills the street, yet not a single body is in sight, aside from the old creepy janitor mopping up spilt liquor. The scene shut down at 2am.

I watched as everyone drunkenly tried to hail taxis, but miserably failed. It was less entertaining to see and more so concerning. Eventually, the streets cleared, but not a single glimpse of my roommate came by.

The custodian looks over at me, a crooked smile forms across his face. Without hesitation, I lock my doors and sit back.

Please, please, don't approach me.

A fluttering buzz engulfs my chest. I roll my eyes, whimpering in annoyance at my own cowardice.

What am I so afraid of?
A fragile old man mopping?
How weak.

Sometimes it feels like I don't have control of my mind and body. Like I'm being overridden by fear. Forced into a panic-like state all the time. A cold sweat comes over me. Relax! I tell myself. Don't spiral. I take in another deep breath. I'll just send another text and Jungwon will be here soon. Then we can go. I open my messages. The last forty three messages I sent read: delivered. Why bother?

I drop my phone into the cup holder finally giving in. I pull down the sun visor and open the mirror. My reflection taunts me as my messy pink hair exposes the fact that I didn't brush it before I left the house. I lean in closer, dark circles make themselves at home under my eyes. I focus on them, wondering if it's really that noticeable. I have one of my criminal justice classes at 8am and it seems like I won't have much time to rest up.

I sigh, reclining in my seat. My breaths are a little shaky, so I open my console storage, put on a black cap and mask. It's comforting to me. No one will notice my existence. No one will see me.