The Red Bullet Queen

//Ghosts Of The Past II//

//GHOSTS OF THE PAST II//
-Lee Enna Point Of View-

"I'll do it, just don't bother them."

I said into my phone harshly. Cold winter's breeze was brushing against my skin making me shake like crazy, I hoped they didn't hear that in my voice, or who knows, those insane people might have thought I'm having doubts.

"You better do as told."

I nodded, but in my mind I was screaming. I didn't listen to anyone else orders but mine. I only listened to my inner voice. No command was do-or-die for me, except my own. But now I was stepping on my own believes and crushing it like it's nothing, like a trash on the sidewalk.

Seconds later, when no response on the other end could be heard, I realized that my fellow conversator, couldn't see or sense me nod. At least I hoped so.

Knowing them, they could be watching me right now. Through a hidden security camera, some sort of spying teachnology on my phone, maybe even a secret agent, with that thought I looked around terrified. No, the street was clean.

"It's not like I have a choice."

I sighed and my voice echoed in the phone reporting it to the other end of the call.

"That's right, you don't."

I could almost feel the person grossily grinning as he said that. I sensed the person's mixed emotions.

They wanted to me to succeed, to finish up the mission with grand finalé filled with explosions and glitter.

But at the same time they wanted me to fail. Either way they would get some kind of prize. They would watch satisfied as I fall or laugh at pain that my succees would cost.

"Let's do this."

I whispered to myself encouragengly, however my phone was still on. I heard them mumble something like 'what' or 'huh', but I wasn't sure and just ended the call as I had nothing else to say.

I inhaled the cold, freezing air and my lungs stung, but I ignored the pain and stepped few steps to the front. Now I was standing right in front of BigHit entertaiment.

I wanted to come here. Many times. I wanted to try myself out. And not only that, I wanted to be the rebel I always imagined myself to be. I could already smell how much that would have pissed my mom off.

But now when I was actually standing here. She didn't even care. I came here for a way different reason, than I wished to always do, too. I wanted to stand here. But not like this.

Before stepping in, my fingers automaticly found their way to the charm on my keys. The gift I would always carry with me.

I glared at my phone and dialed the number. I stared at the screen a little bit longer with my thumb hanging above 'call' button.

I wanted to press it. Badly. But I hesitated. I really started having second thoughts. Back in the day, I not only have pressed the button already, but talked to him, or even better brought him along with me.

But not today. Not anymore. I asked my father to stay. But he couldn't. I understood. I asked my brother to stay. But he didn't. I couldn't understand that.