WHO AM I to you?

The Savior

The man who had been beating me was gone, but another man was there who seemed to be about my age. He kneeled next to me and helped me stand up, leading me to the bed to sit down. I was clutching my stomach tightly, my head still swimming. "It's Y/N, right? I'm really sorry about dad. He's really not that bad if he isn't angry. I'm not sure what you did to make him so upset, but don't worry about it too much."

"I didn't do anything. I just said that I don't know who he is, which is the complete and honest truth." My voice was breaking as I spoke, but I tried to speak confidently, feeling that I could trust the boy sitting beside me.

I could tell he was surprised. "You really don't know? In that case, I won't explain anything and just say that I'll make sure that window over there is unlocked tomorrow so you can get away. Please don't blame him though."

"Why would you help me? You don't know me, so you have no reason to be nice to me at all." I looked at the guy in front of me, surprised by how kind he was being—especially since his dad or whatever just beat me senseless.

"Telling you would just make this situation harder for you, so just trust me. I don't want to see you getting hurt. Dad isn't very understanding of things if it gets in the way of what he wants. I promise I'm not trying to cause you anymore harm. That's why I want you to wait until tomorrow." I just nodded in response, looking down slightly. He smiled and left, adding a little right before disappearing behind the door. "I'll be back later to make sure there's no major damage."

As promised, he came back later and checked on me, finding a few scratches and bruises but nothing too bad. Before he left, he made sure the window was not locked like he said he would. He told me to sleep for a few hours and leave when I woke up. I nodded again, but deep down, I didn't want to leave this man who'd helped me. At the same time, I knew I had to for my own safety. I had to get back to the other ten. They must've been worried sick.

I slept for several hours. My dreams were horrible, not that it was unusual for me at this point. All I dreamed about was the boys. In every dream, one of them was hurt or dying. I woke up several time due to my dreams, each more vivid than the last. The dreams seemed to be addressing them in the order of their again: Jihun first and Kangmin last. There was very little context in the dreams, but that didn't make any of them less horrific or upsetting. I had never had dreams like these before, so why was I having them now? It wasn't even the fact that they were nightmares that scared me. What really scared me was the fact that I have a long past of having deja vu...almost everyday. Plus, from the perspective I had in my dream, each of them getting hurt appeared to be my fault. If any of them get hurt because of me, I'll never be able to forgive myself.

I went to the window as soon as I woke up. I sat on the ledge and jumped. Unfortunately...

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I feel like this one was realllyy short. If you feel the same, I'm really sorry. It was shorter, but I added another paragraph to make it longer for y'all. I'm really really sorry.