Try-Hard, Sin Harder

16. Silenced Shadows

I felt like someone had hit me with a truck. 

 Splitting beats of agony pounded beneath my skull in uneven rudiments. Like a war drum, it felt as if someone were swinging a mallet against my head. Each throbbing pulse ran fire through my mind. I didn't want to think, but could feel millions of thoughts and fears clashing against each other. They clawed and shrilled, reaching up and out in an attempt for me to answer their questions. I wanted to shut my brain off, to just float and feel numb like the rest of my body. Questions wracked back and forth as I slowly slipped into consciousness. I didn't want to wake up; didn't want to have to face reality. My limbs were sluggish as I pulled them tighter to my chest. How long had I been asleep? The room felt unfamiliar and desolate. I had no clue where I was. 

 I could barely remember who I was. 

 That's right. I was Keira Moon, born on June 27th, almost nineteen years before. My birthday was in two weeks, if I hadn't slept through it already. Slowly, memories began to flood back; Abeoji and Eomeoni, Halmeoni and Harabeoji, Alex and Lucas, Jihun and Jaehee. As the pieces of the puzzle making up my past continued to assemble itself, seven more names came back into my life again. Park Jimin. Jeon Jungkook. Kim Seokjin. Kim Namjoon. Jung Hoseok. Kim Taehyung. Min Yoongi. I remembered them. I remembered us. 

 The Seven Deadly Sins and their stolen Virtue.

 My eyes strenuously slit open. Though the room was cast in shadow, my vision was clouded and strained. As they slowly began to adjust, I shifted my body upright, and leaned against the stone wall behind me. The room was frigid and damp, and I wrapped my arms around myself to keep myself from shivering too much. I pulled the cuffs of my sweater over my knuckles to keep them warm, before carefully studying my location. There were no windows on any of the walls, the only access point being the metal door across from me. I sat on a thin, stiff, pale yellow cot that wreaked of cigarette. No blankets, not even a pillow had been provided for me. At another glance across the room, I found only a bucket left for me to relieve myself with. No carpeting lined the slightly cracking cement floors, and no wallpaper decorated the stone brink walls. As I wrapped my arms tighter around myself, I concluded that this was less of a room, and more of a cell.

 I jerked further into the corner as the door slowly swung open on its hinges. Dread and panic began to surge through me. Was the person on the other side of the door the same one who broke into my apartment? I felt my heart rate steadily increase, and I fought back a whimper. God, what did they want with me? Were they going to sell me? Would I ever see my family or friends again? Relentless questions pounded beneath my aching skull, but I could produce no answers. They multiplied and swarmed my thoughts, it were like I was drowning in my own mind. I was aware of every breath I struggled to take in, every pulse of useless adrenaline that pumped through my limbs. My body was running on overdrive as the door slammed open against the wall, and the figure stepped into the room. As the light seeping in from the door dispersed the shadows to the far corners, I finally saw my captor's face. My breath hitched in my chest, my lungs forgetting to draw more air to compensate my racing heartbeat. I shook my head; I had to be seeing things.

 Jihun smiled down at me. 

Jimin's P.O.V

 I watched as Yoongi cursed violently for the seventh time in three minutes. He paced back and forth across the den, fidgeting with his hands before him. Every so often he would glace at the closed bedroom door, the look in his eye telling me he was wishing he'd hurry up. We all were. I could hear Jin-hyung and Jungkook exchanging conversation in low voices behind me. Although unable to hear what exactly they were saying, I didn't have to look to know that it was mostly Jin-hyung comforting Jungkook. Ever since we found Keira's apartment torn apart three days before, the kid had been more than a little on edge. I didn't blame him. It had been four days and we still had no clue where Keira was.