psychopathic lover

The return

Jimin's P.O.V.

4 months ago

My face was flat on the dirt, half covered by leaves.  I heard footsteps, "You think he's dead?" I heard a man with a deep voice say. 

"It seems like it, He's small, he couldn't have survived all that" I heard another man with a higher, though just as serious voice say. They walked away. 

I waited a few minutes, Then I heard a car drive away. I slowly got up. Everything hurt. 

I don't understand, The last thing I remember was going to the movies with that really pretty new worker, then everything went black. 

Oh, I do remember something else, It was like a daydream. It was so surreal. There was a man, he was pretty tall and handsome. He had a suit on. Like for a business meeting. He said some things and then there was only pain. 

I was still sitting on the ground. I looked at my hands, I had bruises and scars everywhere. I felt an abdominal pain. I lifted up my shirt, it was bloody. There were marks like I had been stabbed multiple times. I lifted my head, there was a long trail as if someone had been dragged. 

I tried to get up. I could barely crawl. What sin had I committed to being put through all this pain? I felt salty tears sting my cut face. 

As time passed I got a little more tolerant of the pain. I constantly felt a ringing in my ears. Every time I saw something possibly edible I tried it. But I kept committing the same mistake. I couldn't even swallow the food and I threw up along with coughing up some blood.

I found a lake,  A source of water. I could drink the water fine. There was an old cabin near the lake. I knocked. 

The door slowly opened, It was an old lady. She was surprised.

"M-miss, can you help me?" I asked, almost in tear. "Of course come in sweetheart". 

She asked me what happened and I told her all I remember. She helped me clean up and gave me clothes that were apparently her son's. He's dead now. 

In the night she was feeding me warm soup. I didn't know how it tasted because all my tastebuds felt dead.

"Thank you so much. For everything. I owe everything to you." I said earnestly. The lady smiled. "You know, you remind me so much of my son". I smiled back.

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It had been two months since I  woke up in the forest. My bruises have healed now but there are still scars. 

I kept a low profile, I didn't want whoever was after me to find me again. 

I finally got back to Seoul and lived with a friend, he said to go to the police. But what would they do?

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OMFG!! JIMIN IS ALIVE?!! what a surprise author-nim. 

But thank you guys, I know its short but I PROMISE i'M WORKING ON THE NEXT CHAPTER RIGHT NOW.