My neck felt tight, my airpipe was narrowing, suffocating myself little by little.
Desperately, I gasped for even the littlest amount of air. It hurt, the rough sandpapery feeling that slowly invaded my lungs. Something was choking me.
Upon that thought I finally looked down, seeing the hand that tightly wrapped around my neck. I felt the pressure rise, making my vision flash black and back to light.
I heard a horrendous snicker ringing in my ear as my neck was finally released. I coughed and coughed, feeling the air that entered my lungs cut like knives.
I felt the tears brim in my eyes as I looked up to see a familiar face. My skin shriveled upon seeing him and my heart paced faster than before.
It was him again. Like before, he was covered in black clothing, his presence still haunting me.
"What to do?" He asked me out of blue, his voice hinting on amusement.
His hand suddenly reached out for my neck again, snatching the necklace with him. He pulled it towards him, yanking my head that was still wearing it, with it.
His threathening eyes came closer to me as he still held onto the necklace firmly, making the metal cut right into my skin.
"It won't come off." He referred to the necklace. I saw the crazed look into his eyes and a very sinister smile form behind his fabric mask. "And I need it."
"I guess there's only one solution for this." He trailled off, jerking the necklace up to the air, lifting me with it. I felt myself panting for air again, my eyes rounded up in horror. Warm tears spilled from them in pain.
"And that is to cut your head off." He laughed hysterically, he sounded crazy, obsessed and as if he had lost his mind.
His eyes that lost focus, looked scarily onto mine. His hand was holding a sharp knife, and I knew what was going to follow.
His wrist soon reached closer, flashing the last image that I could see, an infinity tattoo before he jabbed the knife in my neck.
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I scooted up, gasping for a big lump of air. My heart raced crazily as my hands searched for my neck. My cold hand glided over my skin, finding no cut or evidence that it had been real.
It was still intact.
I finally could let out a sigh of relief as I found myself in a different environment.
It was just a dream.
I felt goosebumps upon that exact thought.
Was it?
My eyes then shifted to the goosebumps that formed on my paling skin and my hands that suddenly were shaking uncontrollably.
I put my hand on my chest, feeling the beating of my heart strangely in unrest. As if what was to come was going to happen.
I then felt a soft shuffling at the bed side. It was then that I noticed the environment that was not my own sleeping room. The white dull walls radiated cleanliness, the emptiness was poorly filled with a single painting and a small round table with matching chairs was placed in a corner.
My eyes then trailled to the person sitting by my side. I saw some sandy blonde hair spread over the blanket, and a comforting hand that had been reaching for mine.
It was Wen Junhui. The boy who had stayed by my side the whole night while I had been the hospital. And who had probably protected me from the bad guy.
Junhui shuffled uncomfortably on the small space that was my bed and let out a soft grunt as he revealed a part of his sleeping face.
I then noticed the bruises I had not seen before. Small scratches covered his beautiful face and blue spots his arms.
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The Key To Your Heart (Seventeen Fanfic)
FanfictionMin Hwayoung, her name was like a flower's, so pure and frail. Yet, seemingly naive and innocent. After her mother's death she's only left with a necklace. One that hung around her neck and could never be taken off. Only with the key, the lock could...