Hoseok's POV:
I was on the floor in the crouch position with my hands tangled in my hair. One minute I was in my room happy about confessing to Pari, and then the next I'm standing in front of a dead body. The voices in my head won't leave me alone. They would sound like me saying the most cruel things.
"You're so weak."
"I've outgrown you and the rest of these mortals."
"Just die already, bitch!"
"You're a murderer, Hoseok."
Beads of sweat rolled down my face. My breathing was heavy as I began shouting for the voices to stop.
"You're all alone now."
"That's not true!" I winced.
"You're just like N and the others now! How does it feel knowing that you attacked your friend and your girlfriend? How does it feel knowing you killed someone?"
"SHUT UP!"
I banged my head against the wall. Memories of what I did when I was in my demon form flooded my mind. I beat up Jin, nearly killed him if it wasn't for Pari. Her face held pain when I said all those terrible things to her.
I keep hurting her.
You're so pathetic.
My wings emerged followed by my claws. I started crying and shouting. No one came to help me. Is no one home right now? I am alone.
"Eomma? Appa? Yeona?"
No one came to my rescue. I did the unthinkable when I looked up at the ceiling. I gulped. "God," I whispered, "help me please."
I punched a hole in the wall.
"Help me, God!"
I punched another hole.
"Answer me!"
I walked over the the bathroom to look in the mirror. I can barely even recognize myself. The only thing I see in front of me is a demon. I cried even more.
"I'm a fucking monster."
Pari's POV:
I gulped as I stood in front of the door. After the hell I went threw with Hoseok, I stayed the night at Jin's house. Now it's Sunday morning and I'm nervous to enter my house. If my mom is home she will talk my head off or even beat me. I know she will have a million questions that I'm not quite ready to answer.
With shaking hands, I took out my keys and unlocked the door. I cautiously stepped inside and looked around for my mom. It wasn't long after when I heard footsteps coming downstairs. My mom stared at me in shock and concern.
"PARI!" She ran to me and engulfed me in her arms. She pulled away to touch my face and arms, examining my wounds. "Where the hell were you all day?! You didn't call me or text me that you were okay, and now you come home injured!"
"I'm fine, Mom, I promise." I said.
She shot me a glare. "Don't tell me that crap! Where were you and how did you get like this?! Why are you always leaving? You always come home with a new set of bruises and cuts." I noticed that she began tearing up until she finally let it all out.
It was getting hard for her to keep her balance with all the crying she was doing. I feel terrible. My mom is worried sick and I keep secrets from her. It's for her own good that she doesn't know what I am.
Ignorance is bliss.
"Mom.....I'm sorry." I whispered.
"Sorry for what? For having me up all night worried about what happened to you? Pari, I may have been out of town for a long time, but I'm here now. I just want you to be honest with me."
