Ringer [COMPLETED]

Chapter nine

I saw it, it was Hoseok alive. He stood up from the table and marched right over to me, "What the hell?! Why did you possess me and throw me off a damn cliff?!" He shouted and slapped my face. I held in my tears, I never meant for things to go this far. I looked passed Hoseok at the others, they all were looking away fearful at the fact of what their ray of sunshine was doing. But I only sow one with a sinister look on his face, and it was the same look my father had when he killed me and my mother.

I looked at Jungkook who had this evil look on his face, as if he was watching one of his evil schemes in action. I was going to yell when I felt someone choke me, "Hoseok!" I heard Jin yell. But before anything I drifted off with my last thought being of my father. I was in the darkness of my slumber, I probably blacked out from lack of air or something like that. I don't know the last thing I remember was the incident, it was like I was seeing him again. Like as if he were here.

In the darkness I saw I figure running at me with a knife? The shadow was screaming at me to leave and never come back, to burn and rot in hell with my mother. The only thing that confuse me was that it was my fathers words but not my fathers voice. The figure cane closer and closer causing me to scream. It was all blurry as they were shaking me telling me to open my eyes. I opened my eyes and shot up screaming for them to stop. I looked all around me to see that it was only Jin trying to wake me up.

"Where am I?" I asked. I heard him chuckle, "What's so funny?" He looked around the room then said, "Wow you don't even know all of the rooms in your own house." He said laughing. I looked around to see that I was in a guest bedroom. Then I thought if they're all in guest rooms whose in my old room. I tried to get up but couldn't as I felt Jin pushing me back down, "No Emilia you need to rest." He said in a gentle tone. He reminded me so much of my mother, his kind caring heart. I looked deep into his eyes and I swear that I could see my mom. She always cared for me no matter how many time I screwed up she was always there for me in the end.

And yet I couldn't be there for her when she needed me most of all, instead I turned into a monster just like my father would call me. I started to cry as I remember the shadow coming after me screaming those words of hate just like my father did and yet it wasn't his shadow. If only it wasn't so blurry then I would know who the shadowed figure was. Jin was cradling me in his arms trying to calm me down, "Shhh don't worry it was just a bad dream." He said stroking my hair.

"Jin?" I had a question to ask that I needed to know, "hmm" he replied back, "Why do you still talk to me no matter how many times I hurt all of you? I mean I cut Jungkook, choked Taehyung, dragged Yoongi into the darkness behind the mirror with me and lastly I possessed Hoseok and yet you still talk to me, why?" I asked him full of curiosity. He looked at me and thought for a minute, "Well no matter what I know you don't mean to hurt them even if you say you do I know you don't. I mean we all make mistakes not a single would down stairs is an innocent soul." He said patting my back.

I couldn't help but to chuckle at his words. I mean it is true everybody makes mistakes everybody has those days. But still he's always there for me which makes me feel special. He reminds me so much of my mother, "Jin what I'm about to tell you might offend you but it's the truth." He looks at me a bit worried for a second, "Ok?" He asked still looking worried, "Well you remind me so much of my mother." I said looking at him shyly, "Well I mean I am the mother of the group so I guess it makes sense that I remind you of a mother. But may I ask why do I remind you so much of her?" He asked me.

I then decided to tell him, "I'll tell you a story if you want me to?" I said shrugging, "That would be nice." He said smiling at me. I then started telling him this one story and I remember every little detail and it all came back as if it all happened yesterday.

(Flashback)

The small three year old me had came to my mom crying because I had broke a vase. My mom turned to me seeing that my hands were cut up, "Awww baby what happened?" She said rushing over to me in. I had the pieces of glass in my hands as I was crying too scared of my own father that he would come after me and hurt me. She took me into her arms carrying me to the bathroom to clean up my newly exposed wounds. I cried and cried for what felt like centuries, "Baby please stop crying momma doesn't like to see her baby crying it hurts mommas heart." She said as she brought my small little hand up to her chest as I felt her heart beat.