coincidence? // p.jm

can you please

Emi's POV

I was at home and my mother was smiling at me,"Emi! You got your role in Harry Potter! Congratulations!"

"That's my girl." Dad grinned widely.

Bright flashing lights appeared and suddenly I was in front of a huge stage, "Nominees for the best-supporting-actress, Emi Chan, Harry Potter."

"Nominees for best musical supporting actress, Emi Chan, Lés Miserables!"

"Emi Chan, youngest actress to ever win an Oscar for the best supporting role!"

"The Most Inspirational Person Award 2016 goes to...Emi Chan!"

Then the lights disappeared and it was replaced with the girls and boys who bullied me back in second grade. Except, they didn't have any faces. It was blank.

"Oh my gosh, she's just like a boy." The girls looked down at me.

"Ew, what's with her short hair. Tomboy." The girl next to her grabbed my hair and yanked it hard.

"What is she doing with her hands? Playing piano? Gross." The boy walked over and slapped me across the face and it stung.

"Diploma in grade 6? What is she trying to be, a prodigy? She's a joke." They continued laughing at me and soon, their laughter became echoes as the world began to darken around me. But I could still hear their voices. Even if I plugged my fingers in my ears.

"Emi Chan is literally the worst person." It was the girl, again. She looked familiar.

"STOP!" I yelled back.

"Emi, you should die." The girl stepped in and punched me, causing me to fall over.

"Go away!" Tears dripped down, uncontrollably and I felt wet everywhere.

"Emi, kill yourself." I broke down and began punching the air to try to stop the voices from talking to me. I was sweating from fear as I curled up into a ball and laid on the cold floor. Suddenly, a knife appeared in front of me. I grabbed it and began cutting myself, just like I did back in sixth grade. Depression took over me again.

Emi Chan. Emi Chan. Emi Chan. Emi Chan. Emi Chan. Emi Chan. Emi Chan. Emi Chan. Emi Chan. Emi Chan. Emi Chan. Emi Chan. Emi Chan.

"Emi Chan!"

I opened my eyes and for a moment, all I saw was white. It took me a moment to realize Taehyung and Namjoon were in front of me.

"Emi! You're awake! Thank God!" Taehyung hugged me and wrapped his arms tightly around me.

Still, in shock, I returned the hug. I could feel my tears leaking out as I rubbed my eyes. I then looked around to try and recall my surroundings, "Where am I?"

A familiar voice that I haven't heard in a long time responded, "Our dorm."

I snapped my head towards the door, and I saw Jimin. He was leaning against the door frame, with a concerned face. He stood back on his two feet and walked towards me. He sat on the right side of the bed and looked at me deeply, "Are you feeling okay?"

"Y-yeah..." I stuttered back, moving away from his body.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded slowly, "Uh, yeah."

I looked into his eyes and he was staring back. But, his eyes soon trailed down towards my...nose? We stayed in this position for a while, making it awkward for Namjoon and Taehyung.