Chapter 2 ~ WAKE UP

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"Eun Min... Wake up"

Eun Min's POV

I opened my eyes widely and sat up quickly. I was breathing heavily. I held my chest and gasped for more air. I looked to my right side and saw Miss Kim with a worrisome face.

Da-Eun's POV (Miss Kim)

I was waking up Eun Min. As I was about to call out her name again she quickly sat up, she was breathing heavily.

She looked at me.

I could see that her forehead was covered with sweat and dry tears that ran down her cheeks.

Did she dream about it again?

No. Nightmare.

Aigoo, she makes me worry so much.

I held Eun Min's face and looked at her.

"Gwaenchanha?" I said and hugged her.

"I'm ok," Eun Min replied.

Eun Min's POV

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I got changed into my clothes for college.

 I got changed into my clothes for college

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I had that stupid dream again

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I had that stupid dream again. It's been 3 years since what happened. I was almost killed. What happened back then will keep haunting me.

I looked at myself in the mirror to brush my hair. I then saw the scar on my neck.

"I better cover this scar". As I was looking at my scar it reminded me of him. Namjoon? That was his name, he gave me this damn scar. I saw his face so he would have clearly seen mine. That Namjoon guy could be anywhere, same with the other guys who were with him, I have to be cautious. They could be looking for me but it has been 3 years so they might have given up. If Miss Kim wouldn't have found me at the park I would have been dead. What has been bothering me about Miss Kim is that why was she in the park in the first place?

I covered my scar with a bandage. I brushed my hair, I didn't do much with my hair since it was quite short.

I grabbed my bag and phone and ran downstairs. I saw Miss Kim getting our breakfast ready.

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