Mental 2 | Jungkook

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Okay.. breathe in and out Jungkook, you can do this!
I said to myself.

This was my last go.. my last will to escape.

I have made my decision.

If I succeed in finally being free, then that would be a dream come true.

But,

If I fail, then I will completely give up. All the thoughts in my head about me being happy, about me brings free will all disappear.

I agreed to myself, I'll die trying to escape. I don't care if I get hurt.

And so there I was, lying on something hard, probably metal.

Good thing I wasn't tied up, this was an advantage. I quickly looked around the room, I opened drawers to find anything that is sharp and harmful to anyone else, but nothing.

I looked on the dashboard.

Still nothing.

"FUCK!" I cursed from the failure.

I prayed to myself that there was something, anything in the cupboards.

I checked the first one, but there was nothing but books and folders.

I then checked the second one.

I looked at an object with my eyes wide, I smiled a little at what I saw.

It was a long metal rod, kind of shaped like a fork and that's used when lighting the fireplace. I don't know what it was doing there was but I thanked god for it being there.

I quickly grabbed it and walked behind the door so no one could see me when walking in.

I held the rod between my hands tightly so much and lifted it up ready to use it as a weapon.

Suddenly, I heard someone muttering something from the outside.

"Yeah I'll check how he is first, then we can go grab something, I'm starving man" A man said as he walked towards the place I was in.

He unlocked the door and opened it. It slowly creaked as he walked inside. He froze as he saw something unexpected, the body wasn't there.

"What the-" I cut him off while he was off guard and didn't think enough on time.

I hit him on the head so hard that I used all the force I had in me.

The man held his head with his hand and started to wobble, it looked like he was about to collapse, but he had just enough energy to charge at me.

Just as he was running after me, I pointed the sharp part of the right at him and dug it inside his stomach which caused him to spill out blood.

I ignored it and released the rod inside him. Then I stabbed him in the stomach again, he coughed out blood and struggled to breathe.

He slowly went on his knees and dropped unconscious.. he's not dead.. is he?

No, I shouldn't be worrying about that. All I should be thinking about is escaping this hellhole.

I felt a little uneasy knowing that I did this but I guess I have to be like this in order to escape.

And there I was, walking with a metal rod dripping blood as I went with one hand, and my other hand with my fists clenched.

I narrowed my eyes ahead while my top lip twitched. All I wanted to do at that moment was to destroy anyone in my path.

I was in killer mode.

-(TBC)-