Yeah sooo I may have lied. I had no motivation to continue or rewrite this story but here I am rewriting less than an hour after I made that post 🤦♂️
So I didn't do much to the story I changed the plot a bit by a bit I mean a lots but it's the same idea just definitely better and longer than last time.
It still is really short but it's the best I can do for now. Like I previously said this writing style is juts am experiment I will go back to my normal writing style and normal chapters but I'm just having some fun before school starts lmao.
I never thought that dance practice could turn into a nightmare. As a member of P1Harmony, a K-pop group, we were always striving for perfection. But today, things were far from perfect. We were all annoyed at our fellow member, Jiung, who kept messing up the choreography.
Jiung had been sick for a while, but he insisted on attending practice. As we danced, frustration filled the air. Jiung's movements were sluggish, and he seemed disoriented. Which was the exact reason as to why we were protesting his arrival at practise. Suddenly, he collapsed, his body crashing against the mirror, shattering it into a thousand pieces. Panic surged through my veins as I rushed to his side.
Blood trickled down Jiung's forehead, and his eyes rolled back. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. My heart shattered into pieces just like the mirror. Time seemed to stand still as I held Jiung in my arms, my mind unable to comprehend the horror before me.
I let out a loud wail in pure agony as all of my other members started crying aswell. Keeho hyung whipped out his phone and called an ambulance telling the paramedics his injuries and conditions but that's all I could manage to hear over my loud sobs. As a hormonal 16 year old I was extremely sensitive lately so my tears didn't stop.
Jiungs state was deteriorating bit by bit as a large pool of bloud began to form. I suspect the glass stabbed the back of his head which he hit on his way down therfore pushing the glass in further. He breathing was laboured and you could clearly hear he was struggling. With the help of theo we pushed him on his side incase he threw up or choked on his own blood.
My tears weren't slowing down and the paramedics arrived with the stretcher. I felt a bit more relaxed seeing the medics but my relaxation quickly faded as u saw the serious expression on their face. This wasn't good...
The paramedics hushed us away from around jiung and quickly checked up on him, not moving his body in case of a neck injury. My heart was torn out of my soul (pun?? ) as they said he wasn't breathing and by the colour of his lips and coldness they said he probably died 4 minutes ago.
I collapsed on my knees screaming at the unfortunate news of on eof the people I love so much.
Then, as if the universe had twisted itself, my vision turned white. The world around me blurred, and I felt a strange sensation of being pulled backward. When my sight returned, I found myself back in time, just moments before Jiung fainted. It was as if I had traveled back in time to prevent this tragedy.
Without hesitation, I grabbed Jiung's arm and led him away from the mirror. Confusion filled his eyes, but he trusted me and followed my lead. As we moved away from the danger, time resumed its normal flow, and the mirror shattered, but this time without injuring Jiung or anyone else.
All the members gasped in surprise and turned to face me looking confused. "how did you predict that? " they all asked in unison apart fromjiung who was now asleep in my lap. "Umm I-I don't know I just did" I lied through my teeth. I know damn well how I knew but if I told anyone they would think im crazy. Keeho hyung walked up to me and gave my hair a little ruffle before he chuckled and said ""you really are the groups alien aren't you" he asked in a teasing tone. I was still distraught at the visions of jiung dying in my head and felt like I was going to cry but I just replied in my alien language like I would of responded normally. All my other members told the dance instructor what happened and decided to just wrap up dance practise for the day because I would be safe will all the glad laying around.
As my members excluding jiung packed their stuff I continued to sit on the couch shaking in fear with jiung hyung laying in my lap. I finally processed that i must just imagined the first scene because jiung was right here safe in my arms and none of the members recall anything weird happening before the mirror plus time travelling is impossible so I must just be tired.
I thought it was a one-time occurrence, a strange anomaly. But over the course of a year, I regularly found myself going back in time whenever my members were in danger. It was as if I had developed some supernatural ability to protect them from harm.
However, my members had no recollection of the accidents that I witnessed. They grew concerned for my well-being, thinking I was losing my mind or on drugs. I tried to explain what was happening, but they dismissed it as delusions and even accused me of taking drugs. They pulled me aside one day after practise when I was acting weird and harshly asked me if I was on drugs and if that was what was going on with me. I obviously denied it but their harsh tone and disappointed looks really stuck with me.
It was a lonely existence, knowing that I was the only one who could save them from their impending doom. I had nightmares every night about every time I witnessed my members die to the point I gave up on sleeping cause once I was jolted awake drenched in sweat I couldnt fall back asleep anyways so I didn't want to make myself suffer anymore than I already do.
Along with not sleeping, I never ate with the members anymore, actually scratch that I never at itself anymore I would allow myself to eat no matter how hungry I got because when I ate it reminded me that in some world or in the past/future my members would be able to eat like how I was right now.
So with the combination of not eating and not sleeping was starting to take a toll on me as I had lost a tremendous amount of weight I was pale and my hair was falling ou tin clumps to the point I could run my fingers through my own hair and for some reason nine of my members realised. Instead, they just scolded me because my dancing and singing also deteriorated from malnutrition and dehydration. I had fainted multiple time on my bed and hone alone but no one came to my rescue.
As time went on, my mental and physical health deteriorated rapidly. The constant stress of witnessing my members' deaths multiple times took its toll on me. I could feel my sanity slipping away, and my body weakened with each time leap.
One day, tragedy struck again, but this time, something was different. Instead of being transported back in time, I found myself in a dark, unfamiliar place. Confusion consumed me as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. It was then that I learned the horrifying truth.
I had been in a coma for two months. The accidents I had witnessed were all figments of my imagination, a twisted creation of my damaged mind. The members of P1Harmony had been worried sick about me, thinking I would never wake up.
The horror of my reality hit me like a tidal wave. I had been living in a nightmarish loop, reliving the same tragedies over and over again. The guilt of not being able to save my members, the toll it took on my mental and physical health, it all came crashing down on me.
As I slowly recovered from my coma, I realized that my time-traveling ability had been a coping mechanism, a way for my mind to protect itself from the trauma. But now, I had to face the harsh reality that I couldn't change the past.
Haunted by the memories of the accidents I had witnessed, I struggled to find solace in the real world. The members of P1Harmony, unaware of the horrors I had experienced, tried their best to support me. But the scars of my imaginary journeys were etched deep within my soul, leaving me forever changed.
In the end, the horror I faced wasn't supernatural or paranormal. It was the darkness that lurked within my own mind, a darkness that threatened to consume me whole. And as I continued my journey to heal, I vowed to never forget the lessons I had learned in that twisted realm of my imagination.
Dang my fingers hurt😰
Sorry if I got any information wrong and I haven't proofread this so sorry if I made spelling errors but I hope you enjoyed the rewrote version of
The Endless Twist Of Harmony
1600 words❤️
