The 7th Demon

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Eun Joo's POV

Another day at school, I hate school. I will see my friend who disregarded me, my schoolmates who looks at me like I'm a killer. I don't really care, but... I'm getting hurt. I have feelings too.

I fixed my nameplate with a sigh while looking myself at the mirror's reflection. Ugh, I look sick. I look so pale and dull. I pulled the drawer out and place another black feather. I dreamt of that guy again and I felt his touch on my cheek. How come a guy has a wings and there's always this black feather?

Angel? But no... Angel's wings are not black. He's always appearing in my dreams and his face was blurred and all I can see is his wings and everything is already dark.

"Ow," I hissed when I placed a band-aid on my lip cut. I flattened it and left the adhesives on top of the table. "Well, Eun Joo. I wonder what kind of disaster will happen to you at school." I fixed my bag and left my apartment quietly.

On my way to school, I could see some of my schoolmates going the same way as me. They are by twos, some are group and I'm the only one who's always walking alone. I should not feel sad. I've been living like this for a long time now.

A guy bumped into my shoulder. He's running really fast and didn't even glance my way to say sorry. He's wearing the same uniform as my schoolmates. Are we late? Is it late? I started jogging and I can already see the gates of my school.

I huffed when I made before they close the school gates. "Ms. Shim Eun Joo!" I spun around when I heard my name was called. It was our new school president. It's going to be the first time we will meet. How did she know my name? "Is that a permanent tattoo? It's not allowed in school."

I frowned. "It's not a tattoo. It's a birthmark." She gave me a suspicious look, maybe because it's a different looking birthmark, "If you'll excuse. I have to go."

The school hours were pretty normal, too normal I don't like this feeling. Is there something going to happen that only me who doesn't know?

After the classes, I have to stay until evening because of the missed class I got. I stretched my long arms and stood up from my desk. I should return these books before the library closes.

While walking along the quiet and empty hallway, I can hear footsteps behind me. I slowed down and tried to feel it. Yes, there's someone following me. I spun around but I only received a hard push that the books I'm carrying sprawled all over the floor and my back hit the floor hard. "Ahh," I hissed in pain.

"Do you think you can just do that to the mighty Han Ji?!" I looked up and saw it was my friend's ex-boyfriend. I could still see the bruise I did when I punched him in the face. Hmm, I'm pretty good at it. He approached me and leaned in really close. The smell of menthol cigarette lingered around my nose. "This is one of the reasons why everyone hated you. You're a useless crap. You're a stain in my eyes. You're a trash to everyone."

I swallowed hard with the hurtful words he told me. I feel my chest scrunching together it feels so painful. "I don't care." I tried to sound thought despite the fact that I want to cry. I don't have someone to cry on. I can't cry in front of him.

He tightened the grip on my collar. "Your friend hates you. No one is staying long with you. Didn't you realize that?" "And for my payback," I saw him smirked and raised his closed fist to punch me. Han Ji is the kind of guy who will hit a girl. I will not close my eyes. This will only make him think that I'm scared. No, I'm not.

"You should disappear in this world." That made my eyes round and I froze in my spot.

Should I just die?

"What the?!" He yelled and I looked at his arm. It's not moving. I can feel the tension in his body. It's like someone is stopping him from punching me. He can't move his closed fist towards my face. "Ahhh!" he yelled in pain as he released me and held into his right hand.

I crawled away and watched him. He looks like being controlled by someone. I inhaled and exhaled, my heart is incredibly beating really fast in my chest. I saw his eyes widened and he nodded his head. Is someone talking to him? What the heck? Is he crazy?

Han Ji scrambled away while looking at me. "You're a monster! You're a daughter of a monster!" Han Ji can see Baekhyun behind her back, standing while giving him a cold stare.

I swallowed hard with the last words Han Ji yelled. I'm a monster? I bit by bottom lip hard. I can feel my tears are going to fall anytime now. My heart is pounding so hard in my chest so painfully it's something is hammering it inside. I gripped onto it and crumpled my blouse so tight and hard somehow thinking I could ease the pain.

No, don't cry Eun Joo.

I want to cry onto someone's arms and tell that person the pain I'm feeling right now. I want this feeling to go away. I also want to feel someone comforting me. But right now, it's impossible.

Suddenly, I felt arms wrapped around my back. It's a back hug from someone who I can't see. My eyes shot wide open as I felt those long arms around me. It feels warm... The warmth from the sunlight, the warmth from the water... The warmth that I like.

That someone squeezed me into his arms like cradling me. I felt it. My eyes were wide open as tears rolled down my cheeks. On my right side, I felt someone just brushed it's cheek against mine. It's soft. I blinked once and another tear dropped.

I should be scared that I can't see someone hugging me. There are no arms around me but I can feel it. There's no face beside me, but I can feel it. But I'm not frightened. Is this how comforting feels?

"Can you just go home and rest? Don't make me feel so worried every single time."

I heard a voice in my ears, a soft and affectionate voice. It's the voice I always hear in my dreams, the voice of that guy. "W-Who are you? Are you...a ghost?" he chuckled, a sweet yet taunting chuckle.

"How I wish I can appear to you already. I still have to wait for the right time." I felt his fingertips through my cheek then to my lip cut. "I'm always here just so you know." Then the feeling of that hug was gone.

I feel so cold now.

Who are you?