All Of Us Are Dead - Su Hyeok

14

"Seriously fuck," Ji min muttered, her voice echoing with a mix of frustration and resignation. With a swift motion, she threw her handkerchief at Nam-ra. "There. Happy?" Her words were filled with a biting sarcasm that hung heavy in the air.

I quickly bent down to pick up the discarded handkerchief, its fabric still warm from Ji min's touch. I handed it over to Nam-ra, her eyes narrowing as she inspected it. "This is blood," she stated, her voice steady despite the grim revelation.

"I wiped Gyeong-su's hand," Ji min admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Her admission hung in the air, a silent testament to her actions.

"This is his blood?" Nam-ra asked, her gaze fixed on Ji min. The question was simple, but the implications were far from it.

"You can't tell?" Ji min retorted, her tone laced with sarcasm.

Nam-ra didn't back down. "Then put it in your wound... Wipe yourself with it if you're so confident," she challenged, her voice filled with determination.

Ji min scoffed at her suggestion. "Like his blood is so clean?" she shot back, her words.

I could feel the anger bubbling up within me, my fist clenching tightly on the table. "He was just fine, Ji min! I stopped him from turning!" I shouted, my voice echoing in the room. The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the chaos that had unfolded.

Suddenly, Cheong-san made a move to walk over, his face etched with concern. But he was stopped in his tracks by Su-Hyeok, his hand firmly gripping Cheong-san's arm. "Ji min, you-" Su-Hyeok started, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and worry.

But Ji min cut him off, her voice rising in a desperate shout. "Dammit, it wasn't me!" She reached out and grabbed the handkerchief, holding it above her wound. Her actions were reckless, a clear sign of her desperation.

But before she could do anything, Ms. Park was there, her hand quickly grabbing Ji min's. "Don't do it. Stop it," she said, her voice firm and authoritative. Her words echoed in the room.

"Let go," Ji min demanded, her voice echoing in the room. But Ms. Park held firm, her grip on Ji min's hand unyielding.

"I said stop it! Give it to me!" Ji min's voice rose in desperation, her words filled with a mix of fear and defiance. But Ms. Park didn't budge, her resolve unwavering.

"Leave me alone. Stop it! I should just die too then, huh? That's what you want, isn't it?" Ji min yelled, her words cutting through the tense silence. She looked at us all, her gaze filled with a mix of anger and despair.

I slowly walked up to her, my footsteps echoing in the silent room. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, their gazes filled with a mix of anticipation and worry. I stopped in front of Ji min, my gaze meeting hers.

"Someone's a hypocrite, aren't they?" I asked, my voice steady despite the tension in the room. My words hung in the air, a silent accusation that sent a chill down everyone's spine.

Ji min turned away, her shoulders shaking as she cried. "Why is Gyeong-su so much better than me? That dirty welfie pushed me," she sobbed, her words filled with a mix of anger and despair. The accusation hung in the air, a stark reminder of the tension that had been building up.

Ms park seemed taken aback, her words stuttering out in disbelief. "Ji min, you didn't," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. Her words were a plea, a desperate hope that the accusation was false.

Cheong-San couldn't contain his shock. "So, you did it. How could you! You just-" he started, his voice filled with a mix of anger and disappointment. But he was cut off by Ji min's desperate denial.

"I didn't kill him, okay? Gyeong-su survived. Shinae stopped me," Ji min defended herself, her voice shaking with emotion. Her words echoed in the room, a desperate attempt to clear her name.

Cheong-su pushed past the boys, his face etched with anger and disbelief. He shoved Ji min, his voice echoing in the room as he shouted, "How could you do something like this?" Ji min. stumbled and fell to the floor, her body crumpling under the force of his push. She stayed silent, her eyes wide with shock. "You're... sick," Cheong-su spat out, his words filled with disgust.

Slowly, Ji min lifted her head, her gaze sweeping over everyone in the room. She saw the judgment in their eyes, the disbelief, the anger, the fear. Her eyes finally landed on me, and she mumbled, "I'm not sick. I'm not a murderer, I'm not... And - I have no friends at all."

Tears streamed down her face as she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't need any of you. So tiresome." She slowly pushed herself up from the floor and walked towards the door. With one last glance at us, she walked through the door and shut it behind her.

"Hey!" Wu-Jin's shout broke the silence, his voice filled with concern. He ran towards the door, but Ms. Park was quicker. She followed him and held the door shut, her voice firm as she said, "Listen, no matter what happens you stay alive. Also, you must never take a life. Causing someone else to die makes life become meaningless. All right?"

The room fell silent, the tension palpable as everyone processed her words. I looked down at the floor, my mind racing with thoughts.

"Shinae, and you all protect each other," Ms. Park said, her voice filled with a mix of authority and concern. I looked up, meeting her gaze. She smiled at us.