If You Stay | ᵐʸᵍ

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| Savannah's POV |

June 8th, 2014

It was dark, cold, and rainy. I couldn't tell you how long I'd been running, all I can say was that I didn't stop. I was scared, terrified, and I just needed to find someone, anyone, to save me. It was a mistake, I made a mistake and trusted someone I never should have. Ugh, why am I so fucking stupid?

My eyes were red, my lips were puffy from the crying. I had bruises spread throughout my body, it ached. I couldn't truly feel how bad my body was, I was so numb and too focused on running. I'm starving and the only thing I could grab was a stupid banana. A banana, what the fuck is that going to do? Nothing, not a damn thing.

I want my mom. But I can't go to them, no, not like this. Not when I look this bad, all the questions, all the yelling. I couldn't handle that right now. My dad would be so angry, not only at me but at the asshole who did this and himself. I can't let that happen. I can't let him blame himself for my mistake. I won't.

How could it get this bad? How did I let it get this far? Why did I allow him to get to me? Everything he said and promised was a lie and I was stupid and naive to believe him. Dad is going to be so mad at me.

I'm sorry, dad. Please, forgive me.

I'm running down a dark street lined with big buildings, several residential buildings, when I suddenly see a street lamp shining on a puddle of water underneath. The only other light was that of the city of Seoul. A beautiful city, then there's me, ruining the beauty. All the apartments and homes have no light, everyone's sleeping. Damn it.

I saw a building and ran to it. I was barefoot, no shoes in hand. I was too scared to take a chance in grabbing them from where I left them so I decided I was going to leave them. I just had to run and I did. My heart is racing at an erratic pace from all this running my body is enduring along with the traumatic experience I was just put through. I don't know what to do and I'm scared.

I arrive at the door of the random building and started banging on it hoping someone will answer.

Please answer, please. Help me.

"Help me! Please!" I screamed. I frantically looked around to see if I was followed, I'm still unsure. Suddenly though, I heard the door open, but my mind is spinning at this point and not even realizing it, I was still pounding, just not on the door. It was someone's chest.

I finally came to and realized it so I quickly stopped and ran inside, pushing the person in the process, only to fall to the ground. I couldn't breathe, my heart was racing too fast and my head was pounding. I hadn't eaten in two or three days nor have I slept. I'm tired, I'm hungry and I'm scared.

I didn't even notice how many people were walking towards the front of the building until I looked up. Seven boys were standing in front of me, scared, worried, confused, and surprised. Join the club, god I can't breathe. Is this their home?

Seeing them only scared me more, there was seven. Seven tall, skinny, slightly muscular boys standing around me. One came up to me and it made me scoot backwards towards the nearest wall. I pulled my legs to my chest and hugged them tightly.

I swiped the boy's hand away, hard. I know deep down I'll feel bad about that later but right now, I don't care. I don't want to be touched right now.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!! please..." I screamed my eyes filled with tears and they could see the fear behind my brown eyes.

The boy quickly jumped back, terrified.

Then another boy approached me but slower and more cautiously. I was still crying and looking around. I hadn't noticed it but I was shaking.