In The Dark

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Jungkook ended up discovering that I had brought Hoseok upstairs, due to the bloodied spot on the back of his head, and the fact that he had always washed my blankets, and found blood stains on them when washing came around.
He was angry, as to be expected, that I had gone against him once again, but this time was different.
This time, instead of my punishment being him hurting me, the punishment was for me to hurt Hoseok.

Jungkook wheeled the large stand mirror behind Hoseok, who was once again bound to that uncomfortable wooden chair, without a shirt on, in the same grey pants I had worn in my first weeks here.
He had instructed me not to wear a shirt today, which was fine, because I tended to never wear one around the house anyway.
We were standing in front of Hoseok, looking at ourselves in the mirror, when Jungkook finally told me my instructions.
"Make him match you." he nearly whispered, in a low tone.
I peered at my scars in the mirror. I know that's what he meant, as he handed me the same scalpel he had used to create my designs, just as you would hand a younger sibling hand-me-down shoes. Please don't make me do this to him Kook, he doesn't deserve this.

Clearly Jungkook sensed my hesitation. He wrapped his hand around the one in which I was holding the blade, guided it towards Hoseok and pressed the sharp edge into his skin, a trail of blood dripping from the fresh cut. I'm sorry Hoseok.
Hot tears began to fall from my eyes, without me noticing, as suddenly as the blood had began to drip from Hoseok's chest.

"Look at you." Jungkook spat. "Crying for someone who didn't even care enough to look for you."
His words rang in my head, and the tears falling from my eyes turned from pain for Hoseok, to hurt of my own.
"He didn't even bother to text you when you weren't in class the day I took you, or for weeks after that. I should know, I did have your phone."
As much as it hurt, those words must've been true, Hoseok didn't contact me, even after Jungkook had returned my phone to me. Even now, he wasn't defending himself, he was simply crying, which I doubted was for anything but his own pain.

I would have been lying if I said that Jungkook's words hadn't struck a nerve or two, in fact they had struck them all, not only did they sting, but they lit a fire inside me that I wasn't sure if I could control. They made me angry, not at him, but at Hoseok, for abandoning me and letting me suffer at the hands of Jungkook in those weeks. It made me want to make him feel the pain that I had felt in those hellish days.

"You're just as pathetic as he is, you can't even hurt someone who just left you to die."
Jungkook hadn't stopped, my hesitation was clearly annoying him.

I couldn't stand being called pathetic and I shouldn't have been compared to the others. This may have been the straw that broke me inside.

With tears streaming down my face, I could feel the rage burning inside of me. Jungkook was right. Why were you hurting for Hoseok? He abandoned you. He used you just like everyone else had.

I once again had what felt like an out of body experience, it didn't feel like I was controlling what I did. I could hear Hoseok screaming in pain, and the beating of my own heart, but I couldn't hear Jungkook anymore. All I felt was a sort of euphoric rage.

When I came to Hoseok was slumped in the chair, blood dripping from his fresh wounds that, albeit sloppily in my anger, matched my scars.

"I think I'm going to call him J-Hope, since he thinks he's getting out of here alive. Isn't that right?" Jungkook chuckled as he poked the shallow-breathing man in the chair playfully.

I dropped the scalpel on the floor, ashamed of what I had done to my once close friend, and Jungkook dragged me by the wrist from the room, up the stairs, and into the washroom so we could clean ourselves off. I had to admit, I was exhausted.