Killer || JJK✔️

- EIGHTEEN -

My eyes slowly opened, and a loud yawn escaped my mouth as I sat up. I sighed at the sight of the same boring room as yesterday, knowing that I would probably wake up to this every morning from now on. I glanced over to see a small plate of toast, with a glass of water.

An American-style breakfast, I thought to myself.

J probably made it for me, like he said. I ate the toast slowly, and took a sip of water afterwards.

I barely finished eating my breakfast before someone opened the door quickly and entered.

"S?" I questioned, and stayed seated on the bed.

"Come on, we're going to my room." S stated, and my eyes widened. He couldn't possibly be trying to-

"No, we are not doing anything along the lines of what you're thinking." S stated before I had time to say anything.

"Okay?" I questioned, and stood up. S grabbed my hand and dragged me down the hallway.

I gulped. "Uh, do you really have to hold my hand?" I asked nervously.

"No," He stated matter-of-factly, "But why not? You could run off and try to escape if I don't."

I sighed. Whatever... If I decided to rebel, I'm sure it wouldn't go well. Especially because of how the rest of the members have been talking about S... Mostly what J said.

We passed by JH in the hall, and he laughed. "Good luck, Micha!" He shouted after me, and my face went a bright shade of red. Why did I need good luck? What was he going to do to me?

We soon arrived at his room, and S pulled me inside, locking the door behind us. He motioned towards the bed. "Sit down," he stated.

I gulped, and nervously sat down before starting to glance around the room. It was very similar to mine, with the same yellowing walls and scratched up floors... Except his had a few more red stains on them. I wasn't going to ask what it was... I'm sure I'd be better off not knowing.

There was a desk in the corner with drawers, and S started to open them and shuffle through. His back was facing towards me, covering whatever he was looking at. He carefully pulled out an object, and I could only see a small part of it from the angle he held it at, exposing a sharp metal edge. Even in the dim lighting, the metal was reflecting off light, shining in his grasp. What could possibly be that shiny?

But when he turned around, I had to hold my breath to not react out loud. He was holding a knife. A very, very, sharp knife.

He examined it carefully, turning it back and forth between his hands, and kept glancing up at me. Numbness took over my body as I went into panic mode. Was he going to kill me? It hasn't even been a day, and I was already going to die!

After a few minutes, he looked up at me. "Do you know what this is?" He asked.

"A knife. Duh." I replied, and S chuckled.

"No, silly. It's my favorite knife." He answered, a grin crossing his face. Yeah, like that makes any difference. It's a knife, which is sharp, dangerous, and able to kill me whether it's his favorite or not!

"It's been with me for years... I've had this for so long I can barely remember when I first got it... It was also the last thing my sister touched, which makes it sad, but even more special to me in a way..." He said, becoming distant for a second before returning his attention back to me. "But that's a story for another time."

Well that's definitely not creepy at all.

"Oh, and don't worry. I'm not going to kill you... Only if I need to." S assured me, but it didn't sound very assuring at all. "I just really enjoy spilling people's blood."

Again, not creepy at all.

"I just like blood, I know it's weird... But I do. I always have, and always will. Nothing I can do about it now."

Honestly, I don't care why he likes blood so much, I just don't want to figure out what's going to happen if I stay in this room much longer. 

I stood up quickly, causing S to pause. "I-I think I should go... Don't you agree?" I suggested with a nervous smile coming onto my face, and carefully walked over to the door.

S just smirked as I tried the handle, but I only then remembered that it was still locked.

I cursed under my breath, and then I felt a presence behind me. 

"You're not going anywhere, Micha. I've been waiting an entire day for this, I'm not waiting any longer." S carefully said, and I shuddered. This was definitely the creepiest day of my life.

I side-stepped around him, hoping that I could buy myself some time. If I could only convince him not to do this...

"There's no way to avoid this," S stated, glaring down at me, "Stop trying."

"N-No," I stuttered, "I won't let you do this." 

I was going to get out. I wasn't going to let him hurt me. I was going to get out of this room, and never step foot in here again.

And he couldn't stop me.