Saving Grace [discontinued]

{chapter 11} - shots fired

A gunshot.

The sound of the bullet shattered the sound waves, leaving a second of suspense hanging in the air. Nobody knew where the bullet would land, or when it would hit. The entire airport received an answer when a man screamed out and fell to the ground.

Just like that, Incheon International Airport was sent into hysteria.

Time passed in slow motion. Every movement and sound was blurry. Drawn out screams and pleas for help echoed in my head. Panic was the only emotion I was capable of feeling as gunshots started to fly like the torrential rain that was falling down outside, but had once been a simple drizzle outside my airplane window.

The first reaction I saw to the gunshot was none other than Jeon Jungkook's. His eyes had been locked with mine when the first shot was fired. I had watched as his gentle and admiring irises had shifted to fill with fear and horror. He tore his gaze away from me only when his managers and bodyguards started to scream for him and the rest of BTS to run. The carry-ons in their hands fell to the floor as they sprinted away from where the gunshots were originating.

Meanwhile, the crowd of once ecstatic fans were now screaming for a different reason. People ran in every direction, shoving themselves into elevators and taking cover behind vending machines. My eyes desperately searched for Sana and Talia in the crowd, but they were nowhere to be seen. So I did what any normal person would have done at the time. I ran.

I ran, but in the opposite direction as everyone else.

Screaming out my friend's names, I ran as fast as my heeled boots would allow, tears streaming down my face almost as fast as people were falling to the floor. My eyes finally found the back of Sana's light brown head, and I sprinted over to her, only to find her weeping over someone's body. Her hands were covered in blood, and she was hyperventilating and coughing as she sobbed. I screamed and my tear ducts started to flow with enough water to fill an ocean when I saw whose body it was.

It was Talia.

Her light, curled hair was now wet with tears of pain and blood that was seeping out of her chest. Her eyes were closed, and her stone cold lips were set in a light pout. I lifted her arm and was shocked when it was all dead weight. I placed my trembling fingers to the inside of her cold wrist to look for a pulse. I only felt one slow and weak heartbeat before her body went completely still. She was dead.

Sana and I sobbed uncontrollably until I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't look at my best friend's cold and lifeless body anymore. The gunshots were still loud and frequent as ever, and I could hear them coming closer. I looked away from the body and stood up slowly, afraid that my legs would collapse under me from grief. I offered a shaking hand to Sana, who turned to me with broken eyes.

"We need t-to go," I sobbed. The gunshots were still coming closer.

"W-we c-c-can't leave h-her here!" Sana wailed, still gasping for breath.

"Sana, she's gone. There's nothing we can do to help her. We need to save ourselves right now," I said in the most reassuring voice I could muster up, even though tears were still spilling out of my eyes at a rapid pace.

Sana reluctantly took my shivering hand and we started to run. I already knew Sana was suffocating from her asthma, but I just wanted to get out of the airport. I wasn't thinking straight at the time, so I had no idea where I was going or how far I needed to go. I didn't care if my tears were distorting my vision and hampering me from finding an exit. I just kept running.

Well, I kept running until I realized that heels are really not the best thing to be running in.

The slim heel of my boot slipped against the tile floor and forced my ankle to contort into a way that was extremely unnatural. I fell onto the cold and hard floor and my ankle snapped with a loud crack. I yelled out in pain and started to cry while clutching my ankle. Sana skidded on the floor and turned to run back towards me. She snaked her arm around me and attempted to lift up my body, but her asthma had weakened her, and my body weight only dragged her down to the floor.

At that moment, my world came crashing down. Literally.

A wandering bullet shot through the air and crashed right into one of the overhead lights that illuminated the section of the airport we were in. The light sent electrical sparks in the air, and shards of glass rained down from the ceiling. Among the shards was a large piece of the light itself, which just so happened to fall tens of feet from the ceiling right onto my leg. The same one that now possessed a broken ankle.

I yelped out in pain as the heavy weight of the overhead light fragment rested on my now probably-broken leg and the jagged edges drew small streams of blood from my thigh. I whimpered weakly and stretched my hand out in a random direction, as if someone would magically appear and take it.

My world was spinning out of control. I heard a voice screaming my name, but I was too disoriented to recognize it. The world started to fade into darker, indistinguishable colors, when suddenly, two strong arms lifted up my limp body and saved me from certain death. When I lifted my head to look my savior in the face, my breath was snatched from my lungs. My savior was Jeon Jungkook.

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today was a depressing day so here's a depressing chapter from the depths of my depressed soul good night