- Aconite - ˢᵉᵒⁿᵍʲᵒᵒⁿᵍ

- Nightmare -

- Pov. Seonghwa -

Drenched in sweat, I jolt up from my sleep.

The fear of feeling trapped in my past haunted me once more, intoxicating my body with cruel anxiety and pumping adrenaline through my pulsing veins.

Panic poisoned me, even when I was aware, that it had just been a nightmare and not reality.

At least not anymore. I was free.

His touch or voice wouldn't reach me ever again, yet here I was, fearing my past, still being somewhat caught in what had been.

Will I forever be haunted?

Feeling guilty at the thought of being a victim?

Back then, I was so vulnerable, so soft to the touch. I swore to myself, that this version of me, won't ever be seen again. No one should be allowed to take advantage of me like this once more.

He- no, I killed it, I became a cruel murderer, who didn't even have a glimpse of mercy for himself.

I, myself became harsh, always bearing my sharp teeth to those who tried to take a closer look at me.

Only to end up feeling my soul yearning for someone, who would understand me.

I had to learn that to be feared, is often to be left alone.

Don't get me wrong, that's exactly what I desired and what my behavior was supposed to achieve, but the natural longing of closure, made me sick to my stomach and tore me apart.

I couldn't dare to let my guard down, even if my life depended on it.

Even if it meant, to isolate myself, till my last breath was taken, I wouldn't allow anyone to come closer.

Once they saw my with blood stained hands, I was labelled a heartless monster, anyways. They never took notice of the fact, that the precious, crimson liquid was of my own.

There was no point in trying to convince anyone, that I was anything else than their prediction.

After all, they were right; I bite.

The reason for my behavior wouldn't justify my actions. It wasn't an excuse and I wouldn't want it to be viewed as such.

A dog that weeps after they bite, is no better than the one, who truly meant harm. My guilt won't purify me.

And that was something, I needed to get through my skull.

They saw my sharp teeth, but not their actions, that caused my behavior.

I couldn't walk around and wait for an apology, I'd never get.

There wouldn't be anyone to come and save me, I just needed to get up on my own.

No one would turn for someone as mean and violent as me.

No one would see beauty in those blood stained hands of mine, and think to themselves that it needs to be captured for anyone to see.

No one would pull the shards of glass out my flesh and take care of the wounds left behind.

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Yeah I know it's shorter than the previous chapter, but I felt like it wouldn't need more words, as all that had been said, was more than enough.

I hope you guys liked it <3