I blacked out, and woke up in that same forest. I saw Jungkook, Yoongi, Taehyung, and J-Hope this time. They were spread apart the wide space but all looked up at my arrival. I looked down at my translucent pale hands and flow white dress. J-Hope and Jungkook looked terrified and turned their backs to face away from me. Taehyung stood staring before he opened his mouth to speak, but it just dropped. My chest was hurting, so I put a hand where the pain was on the right side of my rib cage. I noticed my pale hands slowly turn red. Yoongi ran over to me and layed me on the floor before embracing me. Taehyung ran over after, still in shock and they both placed their hands on the bloody wound. I felt something coming up from my stomach and turned over to puke up the bile that rose in my throat. They were still holding me.
"Keep fighting."
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I gasped my eyes opening wide. Namjoon was passed out near the shower but Jimin had a near empty bottle of whiskey and a half smoked cigarette in his hand. He looked at me drunkenly, and stood up, pushing me against the wall, kicking my small body with fury. Namjoon awoke and grabbed the bottle from his hand and hit it on his head. I unlocked the door and ran out, the boys following behind me. Sitting on the bed was Jin, with a large knife in one hand, and a gun in the other. He gave the knife to Jimin and the gun to Namjoon and raised his arms in surrender. Immediately Namjoon shot Jin and he fell close to Taehyung's body. Jim furiously ran towards me the knife in his hand. Namjoon pinned me down, the gun to my head.
"If you move, I'll pull the trigger." he whispered.
Jimin dragged the knife along my arms and legs and stomach creating bloody lines all over.
"You never should have let me get close." He whispered beginning to cry.
"I never loved you stupid bitch." He laughed. He pierced the knife through my abdomen and I screamed. Namjoon realized what was happening and quickly enough dropped the gun and ran.
"Fuck it, I did love you. But you caused me too much pain that I couldn't see past the pain to find the love I once had for you." He did it again.
I could barely breathe, everything hurt, but I managed to fight for the knife, knocking Jimin off of me.
"Don't mess with me." I said between breaths.
I almost stabbed him, but I stopped. I felt too much love to hurt him. He just smirked and rose his arms in surrender.
"All my friends are dead." He reached for the gun and held it to his throat. He leaned in to kiss me and jerked his head back when he pulled the trigger, killing himself. I layed back down, shocked at the events that just occurred and the stab wound pain came back, more intense. I tried to crawl for the exit but I collapsed, slowly falling into a deep sleep, deeper than ever.
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I woke up in a white room, the white room with the painting. This time there were more paintings. Five others: a telephone booth, graffiti, train, camera, and flower. All of them were black and white with a magnificent burt of colour swirling through the dullness. I got up, noticing my clothes: a white slowly nightgown. I continued walking along the white room until it slowly became dark and turned into the dark crackling forest. I saw a pale body on the ground next to Yoongi, he looked upset. I stepped on a piece of wood, making it crack, and eyes faced me. Yoongi ran up to me and put me into his embrace again.
"How many times must I tell you to keep fighting and stay out of here." He noticed something different this time.
Jung kook looked up to my pale bloody frame.
"She can't go back?" It sounded more of a question.
Taehyung ran up to me, J-Hope by his side. They reached out to touch my cold hand and looked at each other reluctantly.
I looked over at the body on the ground.
It was Jimin, he was motionless until after a few minutes he sat up and shook himself off. He looked around and spotted us. Invisible tears formed in his dead eyes when he ran to kiss me. Yoongi looked hurt, but he understood, he gave us a blessing.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Jim muttered collapsing in my arms.
I held him for a while until Taehyung and Jungkook took Jimin into their own arms and Yoongi came to touch my arms.
"Jin." I said expectantly.
He looked over at a rotting tree, and low and behold, Jin was there leaning against it deeply asleep.
Where was this place? What happened to me? Was I dead?
Jimin walked over to me and traced his fingertips over each permanent scar he had created on my body. His fingers stopped at the deadly wound in my ribcage which he had created, but he pulled me closer anyways. Just as he was about to kiss me, the forest faded to the white room and it was just empty and cold again.
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I was running as fast as I could. I just killed a man and witnessed my best friend try to kill his own girl, and maybe he succeeded. I had to run as far away. If anything, I could be the last man standing. I was running across the street until a car hit me and everything inside me shattered.
I fell into an empty coldness.
a/n
prob gonna finish this book soon that's why everything is going so fast
also the other book i'm writing is gonna be more long term and i'm gonna start it after i'm done this one.
