As I sat on the floor with my blood trickling down my arm, and a cigarette in my mouth. I pondered about how Yoongi felt that night. But every time I thought about it to much I caused and incident. I wish the second one never happened. I wish Yoongi never left. I wish I could take back what I had done. But I can't. I'm trapped in this ever lasting hell, with the memories of that night that cause me so much pain and agony, that it is the thing that will bring me to my death bed, but not yet, not until I have truly suffered like Yoongi.
The smashing of my window, brought me up from the floor and to the window. I saw a hand push the rest of the glass, making the once small hole into one that could fit a large animal through. A man stepped through the window, and his face was hidden. From my complete shock and the adrenaline coursing through my veins I quickly grabbed him threw him on the ground and held the knife in my hand up to his neck.
"DAHYUN, WHAT THE FUCK!" He screeched
I pulled down his face mask and widened my eyes and quickly removed the knife.
"I'm so sorry." I said and lowered my head "I didn't realise it was you."
With my lack of talking and the smoking my voice came out hoarse and gravelly.
"Dahyun, What have you done to you self?" He said as tears started to brim in his eyes "why did you do this?"
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Hello,
I decided to add to this shit story, try to guess who broke in.
Idk, I'm bored
Enjoy.
YOU ARE READING
Lost. || BTS FF ||
FanfictionAll she wanted was to forget the night that took him away, but even if she forgot it wouldn't make her better. The trauma made something odd happen, it I would now be an ongoing struggle for her to figure out how to adapt to it.
