Fake ◈ Yoonseok

1 » AWAKE

-U.KN

Silence.
Heavy, Dark Silence.

It hurts.
   I can't talk.
And he approaches me again.

"Oh... I'm glad that you're awake... I prepared something special for you while you were sleeping. Let me just- just remove that blindfold for you."

And then,
   there is light.
Disgustingly bright light that radiates from a flicking bulb like a garish, neon candle.

And the sight; Deep, sanguine pools of blood flood the cracks between the cold tiles, seeping from the... The-
      Oh, God, oh my god, how ugly.

All that I can see is blood,
Blood, flowing thick and scarlet from exposed veins,
clasped at hopelessly by callused fingers.

The only word that forms,
hot and dizzy in a brain of entropic chaos is
'ugly.'
It's just ugly.
An ugly sight.

A dead body, lying in a pool of readily congealing blood, with the same pungent and unbanishable smell of the slaughterhouse.

The dead, mutilated body is ugly,
but I don't want to look away.
because somehow,
the surrounding darkness is always worse.

"It's okay, darling." He says.

I don't reply.

"Now that you see my beautiful creation, perhaps you'd like me to put the blindfold back on you?" He says, again.

I don't reply. I can't.

"I'll take that as a no. I'll leave you alone for now. He won't be much company anymore, but you can appreciate how his blood turns sorta' brown in the air, huh? See you in a while, darling."

I don't reply. I can't speak.

"Oh, and, Yoongi? Remember; I love you. You're alive, and right where you should always be, darling."

But I'm not alive.
    I never was.

Some people fake their death.
    I'm faking my life.