MISANTHROPIC | pjm. [COMPLETED]

Chapter Eleven

I thought it was just another day. 

'Another day', wherein I had to start thinking on how to kill my target. 'Another day', wherein I had to cover any suspicions. I never knew faking and turning my target into a friend would be this easy. And it was scary. 

It was different. I wasn't used to the amount of hospitality I was getting. Maybe he knew. Maybe I was the only one that was getting tricked. But he always seemed so kind. I knew everyone had negative traits - but on Jimin, why weren't they as distinct? 

I stared at the shogi board, the Japanese characters written on the pieces suddenly becoming blurry and unrecognisable. I grabbed a piece and flipped it, grabbing a nearby knife and started carving. 

My phone buzzed, signalling a text, but I didn't stop until I was finished. Once I was, I read the name written behind the shogi piece and stared at it for a while. Such a simple name that brought back so many memories. 

Memories I wanted to forget. 

And at the same time;

Memories I suddenly want to come back to. 

It was Taehyung. 

And I thought our conversations were just going to be a string of 'goodnights' and 'good mornings'. He was asking me if I wanted to come today. That he was out with a few friends, including Jimin, to an activity bar not too far. 

I knew I had to take every opportunity - and I had no choice but to come with them. This was way easier than I thought. Was it actually this easy to gain someone's trust? Maybe it was. Because I got a feeling..

I shook my head, getting the thought out of my head as I asked Taehyung where to meet up. In no time, he replied that we would be meeting up in Jimin's apartment. 

I placed the shogi board on the dining table, before getting ready. 

I just had to take every chance I had to get to know them. Because the more I did, it would be easier for me to know what their strengths and weaknesses were. That was important. It was a huge help for me. 

And the names.. I needed to know more people, especially in Jimin's group of friends, and not only would that provide him blackmail, but if I earned the people's trust as well, things will get easier for me. 

If they just give me names. 

It wouldn't be a problem. 

I decided to dress simple. I didn't bother wearing a dress or a skirt. But I wore a belt, a hat, a watch.. something that would help. 

Before I went out, I stared at the shogi piece for a short while, before finally deciding to bring it. I pocketed it, and walked out of the door. 

As I walked down the snowy streets, my eyes landed on a familiar girl singing. Beside her, was a guy playing the guitar, harmonising with her voice. She was singing a lullaby - a lullaby that brought back plenty of memories. 

My mother always sang it for me. 

But the girl made me look away. She glanced at me and smiled, as if wanting me to join the small crowd, but I waved a hand and bowed, before fastening my pace to the station. 

It couldn't be her. 

How did I recognise her? 

I didn't know. 

A pang of guilt struck my chest as I entered the train, sitting down. I was glad there were only a few people. I was never this guilty about my crimes - but when I saw her; I could see the cuts on her wrists. Even from afar, I could see the dried tears on her cheeks.