Their Angel

A New Friend.

I drifted off to sleep in an half an hour or so, but if I thought sleeping would bring me peace then I was mistaken. I quickly found myself dressed in a white dress, my hands chained to a wall, the dark room somehow illuminated by the few slightly lit candles and my feet bare, so I could feel the electrifying touch of the concrete floor. I didn't know I was unconscious until a sudden shriek filled the air making me jolt up, frantically looking around for the source.

"Where am I?" My voice echoed through the air, but my only response was another shriek and I winced at how close it seemed. As I stood there for what seemed like hours waiting for anything to happen a sudden gust of wind blew past me, making my hair sprawl across my face and my stomach dropped the minute I realized that there was another person standing in the shadows of the corner. Even though my veil of hair almost blinded me, I could still tell the person was a man and could sense the power radiating off him as he came towards me. I started to frantically look around for someone to stop him, but my actions were in vail and the man's velvety voice laughed coldly at me, not even stopping in his tracks when I suddenly screamed. Instead, he covered my mouth with his own hand, causing me to widen my eyes in horror, jerking my head in every direction, but his hand didn't move and I felt tears form and cascade down my check by the second as the man's other freezing cold hand grabbed my chin, making me look directly into his crimson red eyes.

"Stop crying, my angel. He isn't coming for you. You belong to me now." He said, smiling mischievously.
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I jolted up my from bed, sweat dripping down my face and breathing heavily as I sat there. I instantly wiped my forehead and looked around the room, expecting the man to be hiding in a corner, but I was only met with the familiar silence of the night. I looked at my bed stand and found a digital clock, it was two in the morning. I breathed a sigh of relief, laying back down only to jolt right back up a second later when I heard the sound of a door closing. I rapidly got out of bed and peeked through the crack in the door, feeling my heart start to race. Maybe I was mistaken and the guy is here? I thought as I hung on to the door frame with all might. I saw a shadow creeping closer and closer to the end of the stairs and I held my breath in anticipation waiting for the person to come forward. Finally, a body emerged and I widen my eyes, letting the air escape my lungs. I didn't believe the scene in front of me. It was Namjoon, but it didn't looked like him. His clothes were singed with cuts and burn marks, his hair was a mess and and he had ash all over his face, but the thing that caught my eyes was the two giant slits on the back of his white shirt. It looked like something jolted out of his body and I watched as he sluggishly walked into his room, which was right next to mine, and shut the door. I breathed unsteady as I gripped the door even more tightly. Why would he get home at this time? He left hours ago. What happened to him? Am I still dreaming? I reluctantly closed my door too and slowly walked back to my bed, processing what I just saw. I have to be dreaming still? I thought again, pinching myself to make sure. Surprising it wasn't a dream and I quickly climbed back into bed to cover my whole body from head to toe with my sheets. This is all so weird. I don't remember my family being this weird, but yet again maybe I did. I did lose my memory, so maybe this is normal? I sighed frustrated and closed my eyes again. I just need to go back to bed, but I don't know if it was from my nightmare or Namjoon but I didn't sleep, not even a wink.

When I finally did walk out of my room I had slightly dark circles under my eyes and I was extremely tired as I sat down on the table. I didn't even bother to look up at all until my mom suddenly put a plate in front of me. I quickly looked up and saw that she was looking at me with concern in her eyes. "Did you sleep well?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at me as she examined my state. I sighed in response and tried to put on a small smile. "Not really." She suddenly pressed her lips together at my answer and sat down on the chair next to me. "Why?" I shrugged my shoulders casually and lifted up my spoon. "I don't know." Maybe it was that I didn't feel like I could trust my mom yet, but I didn't want to tell her that I had a nightmare where I was chained to a wall, and I really didn't want to mention the thing about Namjoon at two in the morning. Even though I did find it weird. My mom sighed dissatisfied and got up, walking back into the kitchen.