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You sat alone in your own discomfort of silence, your expression unchanged, tears rolling down your cheeks and collecting at your chin.
Everything was fine.
Just perfectly fine.
You weren't just having an internal crisis after you got threatened and yelled at by the man who almost murdered you, not once but twice.
Yeah. You're perfect as a diamond.
The nerves that were pulled to your finger tips started shaking, your palm sweating as both of your hands did, a croaked sob leaving your throat.
"M..mom where are you?"
As an immediate response, your body seeking out for its comfort, the light that brought it back to pieces.
The only one who was there for you.
"M-mom.."
You cried out, unable to move. Jinho left you alone, slamming the front door shut and his words kept repeating like a mentra inside your head.
"You belong to me."
"I'll find you wherever you go. Even if it's the end of the world. Even in your grave. I'll dig out your body and have you reside by me."
"I'll dig out your dead body."
Dig out.
Your dead body.
It started spinning. The world was all blurry and wiggly.
"N...no. no! Leave me alone! Please! PLEASE!"
You refused, your breaths shaggy, a piercing pain in your heart as you kept trying to find the natural pattern your lungs partake in.
Your fingernails found themselves plunged into the skin of your throat, blood seeping out of the crescent cuts as you clawed at the skin that rolled into particles after being torn from their format.
"mom! MOM! where are you?! Please...."
Your voice was strained, throat stuck together as you rolled to your side, clutching your trembling and doomed body.
"Get off! Get off me!"
Thrashing around, you were trying to remove the phantom touch from your form. The hands, the large hands that seemed to choke you, rip away at your hair, arms and pull at your legs.
Ridding of...the sudden violent agony from the kicks, burns, cuts and punches.
From the knife that plunged deep into your back
You were stabbed two times.
Twice in the back.
One from a betrayal that ripped away the trust you had in your friends, the one that ilaced fear into your system.
