Wisps 《A BTS Suga Fanfic》

Chapter 21

My breath quickened as the ringing in my ears intensified and my vision became foggy. This time was worse than before, it was much worse... The pain pricked at my right temple making me flinch and trip over my feet. I needed to get out of here. I couldn't morph in front of everyone...The door, the door. I squinted trying to make out the outline of the door frame, 

'The...d-door.' I mumbled to  myself taking a shaky step forward. A shooting pain made me fall to my knees, the ringing made it impossible to think...to feel. I breathed heavily feeling myself falling away from reality. Grunting I stood up, I could hardly see shapes and outlines anymore, a bright light seemed to fog everything. I squeezed my eyes shut and walked in the direction I remembered the door being in. Stumbling and tripping I made my way to the door. The pain and ringing in my ears was unbearable, you would think I've gotten used to the pain. It happens every Wednesday yet each time seems to be more painful than the last. 

I wanted to scream, rip out my hair and curl up in a ball, but I had to get out of here first. I felt my legs get heavy making it almost impossible to walk. I pried my eyes open seeing the vague outline of the door in front of me, I slammed into it twisting the knob and stumbling out. The pain took over every nerve in my body, willing me to fall, to scream and cry. But instead I blindly rammed into another room down the hall. The room was an empty blur of white and grey, I reached behind me to lock the door before falling to the floor. My legs folded up beneath me, I used my limp arms to support the top half of my body so I wouldn't smash my head on the floor. My vision had become utterly useless, a vast sea of fuzzy whiteness clouded my eyes, a loud buzzing clogged my ears sending vibrations down my back. I panted, blind and deaf on the floor. I bit my lip hard to stop myself from crying out loud, before long I tasted blood. Beads of it dripped from my busted lip. Without something to hold me back I cried out loud. My throat strained and stung from the multiple profanities I had screamed. But I couldn't even hear myself over the ringing and the pain. 

My arms finally gave out sending my body crashing to the floor, I could hardly even feel the contact, everything was already numb with pain. I writhed around twisting and shaking, the pain itched at my bones and veins. I yelled out again trying to rid my shoulder blades of the stabbing stinging feeling. I rubbed at my eyes trying to regain my sight. Slowly the white fog turned to foggy outlines of electric blue, the lines became shapes and slowly the shapes turned into reality. I breathed heavily relieved to have my vision back, but the pain was still here, eating at my nerves. I was lying flat on my back my legs and arms contorted into unnatural angles. I twisted my head around finding myself in a large room. Microphones, band stands and folding chairs were stacked in the corner. Sound proof padding covered the walls. Good sound proof, hopefully no one heard my screams... 

Another surge of pain attacked my shoulder blades, I flipped over onto my stomach and arched my back upward. I screamed again as a rippling stabbing affect went down my spine. This time I heard myself scream meaning my hearing was back. I curled my hands into fists and pressed my forehead against the cold wood floor. I let out a shuddering breath as my back seemed to have released the pain that was coursing through my body a second ago. I lay there breathing fast, limp and exhausted. My vision was fully restored and the ringing was gone, I lifted myself up on my elbows looking down at the glossy wood. I gasped when I saw the reflection of my electric blue eyes on the floor. I looked closer seeing big raven black wings hovering over me, sprouted from my back 

Crap...

Bora POV:

It was my break so I headed to BTS, knowing Jisoo would be with them. I was glad that Jisoo was getting along with them, especially Yoongi (;

I stopped by the dance studio which was empty, I figured they were in the recording room and headed in that direction. As I was walking down the hall I thought I had heard some muffled screams. I rubbed my ears not sure if I was hearing right, again a muffled but obvious piercing scream came echoing down the hall. I started getting scared and walked cautiously down the hall toward the sound. I stopped in front of a door. I recognized it to be the instrumental recording room, where the soundtracks for albums were recorded. I pressed my ear to the door, the screaming had stopped but immediately returned when I got closer to the door. I jumped back in fright,