Loving Dreaming •A Killing Stalking Fanfiction•

02

"Oh shit." I say in quick huff of breath. I'm shaking in fear and I couldn't move a single muscle.

"Let's get him!"

I couldn't breathe, I didn't know what they were going to do to me exactly but I knew that they wanted to hurt me.

They caught up to me and surrounded me like a wall. There was no way out, I was so small compared to each of them. I try running past them but one guy pushes me to another guy, and the cycle continues. I start feeling dizzy and I can't see what's going on but I could hear them laughing.

Suddenly, the spinning stops and I'm being held on to my someone behind me. I gain focus in my sight and the first thing I can comprehend is a fist colliding into my face. A squeal escapes my mouth and my head flops to the side. I open my eyes and try look up but my head was spinning again. A slight cry escapes my mouth and someone else punches me right in the jaw and I am thrown to the ground.

"Please, s-stop." I beg. It was too dark to see their faces, all their is is a silhouette of five giant guys surrounding me. It reminded me of demons you see in the movies where they're nothing but a black mist.

There is silence and then one guy grabs my arm and lifts me up, only to hold me up from under my armpits. I was lifted off of the ground, my toes barely touched the pavement.

"You shouldn't have messed with us." The stern and drunk voice was familiar and I remember it was the guy from the party that thought I was trying to talk to his girlfriend, people sure do stupid things when they're drunk. He readies his fist and smiles menacingly.

"I didn't do anything, I swear." I was in complete tears and my sobbing was more evident, also every time I opened my mouth I tasted blood.

"Shut the fuck up!" The guy punches my stomach and I start coughing.

The guy holding me drops me to the ground and they all start taking turns kicking me. Through the excruciating pain I was able to think about death. They could potentially kill me. I didn't want to die like this. It was utterly pathetic but expectant of trash like me. I close my tired eyes and wince as each kick strikes my torso and back.

"What the hell are you guys doing?!"

The kicking stops and I hear footsteps running away from me in the opposite direction the voice came from. There was nothing but silence now, I stayed perfectly still, twitching in pain.

"Hey, are you okay?" I feel a large hand touch the side of my arm. I open my eyes to see who my saviour is. My heart skips a beat when I see the light brown hair glimmering in the dark.

"Sangwoo?"

His kind grey eyes light up and he smiles.

"Hah, I'm glad that you're still conscious. Can you stand?" He reaches his hand out to me, I nod and hesitantly put my hand in his and he hoists me up to my feet carefully.

"You seem to be fine, nothing is broken, right?"

I stare at Sangwoo and nod.

"Okay, that's good."

We stay in stillness still holding onto each others hand.

"You're-" Sangwoo starts to speak, he looks at my lips and back to my eyes, "bleeding."

I gasp and let go of his hand and reach for my mouth. I wipe the blood away from my lips and look at my hand which was covered in the red liquid.

"Ah, I-I'm sorry." I bite my lip and wipe the blood on my green parka.