Omen - [EDITING]

[ Killing Me Softly ]

The night air is algid and unpleasant to the touch. Night sits around so gently as grasshoppers fill the silence. The void returns into the hands of the unwanted and she could do nothing but to accept the cursed gift.

The house remains empty and an outburst for help never seems to work. This has been going on for several years, filling nothing but the already hollowness of her mind. Whatever remains and attachments have been cut off. The memories that could be created were left as regret. She could not connect to the presence of her remaining guardian, although she wouldn't stop thinking of his whereabouts. 

Her one and only guardian abandoned her with a well-sheltered house provided with meals in the fridge. She had everything that one could not find so easily without hard work. She was content with what she has, but the bitterness sitting inside her chest tore her mind apart. 

Her guardian wasn't present in the house. His voice was only a faded tune that she could not properly recall. He did not watch as she grew up into a timid, yet independent young lady. He did not observe his own child develop into a figure that had strived to attain what's best. 

He was so busy trying to find the answers to the questions that no longer existed.

He gradually forgot about his child's existence, as if a pill was taking effect in erasing ones memories away. The only fear she holds is the missing puzzle that sits on the throne. The owner of the household has been gone for several months without any contact. 

This remains a short sour moment that one wants to escape. However, it was creeping behind her like a shadow, an entity that could not be controlled unless something changed. 

As the world watches in sympathy, no one has done anything to save the child's unending torment.

She allows it to eat her mind and her own without drawing in any unnecessary attention. 

My head no longer pounds, but the heaviness in my heart keeps me from revolting against the silence. It wounds me in my slumber, yet I respond with stillness. 

I don't want to move just yet. I want to stay and dream just a bit more. I want to know what happens past these images. I want to comprehend the messages within these mirages. 

The rising sun scarcely blares in my direction and soon realised how swollen my eyes were. 

I sit up on my bed and touch the ends of my eyes, noticing how damp it was. I've been crying in my sleep, but I was fully unaware of it. 

The nightmare wasn't really a nightmare. It would result to a person screaming their head off or throwing the nearest object in their slumber. I've had the repetitive images playing in my head several times and crying in my sleep was the only outcome.

I wasn't prone to any sense of physical agony other than my unstable emotions. 

Pushing the blankets away, I meander out of my room in my stumbling steps. My legs were half-asleep, but I forced them to move. Half of the day has passed and the purpose of staying up was to question those hostages. 

I thought I had my mind and mentality prepared for that moment. I thought my short nap in SeokJin's embrace would only last for a few minutes.

My mind could not process at how long I've been sleeping. 

No matter how much I keep thinking about the two intruders, my body seems calm from the tension that occurred hours ago. I was so exhausted that I could barely lift myself up to move around.