Blood Water // Park Sunghoon

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮

Aura's P.O.V

My brows gently furrowed as I slowly began to awaken, and my hand glided over a soft fabric beneath me. 

Wherever I was, was warm and soft, a nice contrast to waking up drowning in a lake. 

As I struggled to regain consciousness, memories of what happened post waking up in that lake, began to penetrate my mind.  

I remembered going into the forest, I remembered starving, I even remembered the bunny with the injured leg. 

That I ate. 

I suddenly sit up quickly as that vivid memory cascades inside of my head. The squeals and cries as I sunk my teeth into its flesh, and the taste of its blood.... god it's blood. 

Fear presented itself deep inside of me as I began to question how I could do such a thing. My finger reaches for my mouth where I feel my teeth, but surprisingly, they felt normal. 

As my fingers run along my teeth, I suddenly glance around the room I was in, and then down at the bed I had woken up on.

Where was I? 

The room was nothing short of magnificent. Spacious, it boasted dark mahogany walls and bookcases filled every nook. The wooden floor was adorned with a grand, aged carpet, complementing the antique paintings that graced the walls. A quaint staircase ascended to a loft, home to an extensive collection of books and what appeared to be terrace doors. The bed, expansive in size, was dressed in dark grey and green linens, topped with a generous emerald quilt.

Once again, I grappled with my memory. Had I not initially awakened in a lake amidst a forest? How did I arrive here? I pondered if everything before this moment was merely a dream, and perhaps this place was my residence, this room my own. Yet, ultimately, nothing seemed to make sense. Surely, I would recall my own home.

In search of answers, I thought a look around might provide them. Crawling out of bed, I winced as my feet met the cold floor. Walking across the room to the large wooden door, I passed a grand, ornate mirror and paused to glance at myself.

My hair appeared neatly brushed, and I was dressed in baggy black sweatpants and an extremely oversized grey t-shirt. My mind was still clouded as I attempted to recall the events that had transpired, questioning whether that dream was reality or not. 

Overwhelmed by sadness and confusion, I gazed at my reflection, observing each feature. My hair was long and black, my eyes a soft brown, and my skin had a tan hue. A lone freckle adorned the tip of my nose. Strangely, it felt as though I was looking at a stranger; I could barely recognize myself.

I needed to find out what happened to me and why my memory was in disarray. 

Thinking of that dream...which for now I'm going to assume is just that, I try to remember what happened after the bunny. There was a presence, like someone else was with me, but that part remained foggy. 

Approaching the door, I extend my hand towards the doorknob and give it a twist. 

Locked. 

This realization immediately filled me with concern as I tried the door again, confirming that it was indeed locked. Who in the world would lock me in here?

I set both hands on the doorknob, determination swelling within my slight frame. With a huff, I twist and pull. Abruptly, I gasp, tumbling backward onto the floor as the doorknob comes off in my hands. Staring down at the doorknob in disbelief, I then raise my eyes to the door, now sporting a new circular hole.

Well, that's certainly not normal. 

The doorknob must have been broken already; that was the only explanation. I stood up, letting the knob clatter to the floor as I attempted to stay calm and approached the door again. It was now ajar, just a sliver, and with a tentative hand, I pulled it wider, peeking out to survey the lengthy, shadowy corridor that lay beyond.