"She wore her smile like a loaded gun."
Metal dragged against the floor echoed from beyond the grand door. It echoed in the air, in our ears- in our minds. We obeyed the noise and nothing but our heavy pants can be heard- not sure of what to expect or what to do. Both struck like deers in the headlights, we wait for it with shaky hands and dried mouths.
"Ji-"
The door flew open, wind and rain invaded the inside of our home. There stood the breathless figure, stop. It advance with heavy steps, it's lips twisted into a crooked smile revealing his stained teeth, stop. It's claws dragged to the floor- bloodthirsty. Stop. In one was a dagger that was drenched in a crimson red color. Stop!
"Its all your fault!!"
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(Third person point of view)
The room was dim, it carried both light and darkness inside allowing both to coexist peacefully. However, the darkness ambition grew slowly that it overpowered the last bit of the sun's rays. Yet the warmth doesn't leave, 7 bodies fill the room replacing the bitter cold.
"Is he still out there?" Bambam asked quietly as he saw Mark enter. In return, Mark nods as a response but didn't continue the conversation. Mark's face soften to a teal color of desperation. He eyed her fragile figure that hangs between the threads of life and death.
"How is she?" Mark said in a low gruff voice. Youngjae - who was seated across from her- looked up with round eyes conflicted- should I say it? Say that she's been deprived to the point that her body was on the brink of shutting down?
"Not well- she's extremely malnourished, her blood pressure is very high, she's just-" Youngjae stopped himself as he didn't want to make the situation seem hopeless. "It's not good" he finished off. Mark eyed her figures gently, his eyes drifted around her face until ripping himself away from the sight.
"Why didn't you tell me she was here?" he whispered lowly but still loud enough to hear the anger in his voice.
"Its not my responsibility to tell you useless thing like this" Jb scolds without tearing his eyes away from the window. Both deadly auras fighting another one- mark lost in his own emotions so there was no point in arguing.
"Hyung!" Both mark and Jb turn around to be meet with Y/n drench in cold sweat. The heart monitor viciously beats against their ears but soon turn into white noise as they all focus on her. She gently moves in her sleep, torn between dream and reality. she can't control it. Her lips part slightly while her body was numb halfway, she twitches and mumbles inaudible things underneath her breath. Her face distorted with fear. She's lost in her own nightmare.
They watch in horror, silent in their own demise as they are clueless. They could only throw anxious glares and curse words at each other but didn't dare to leave the bay of her bed.
Trapped in her own mind, she thrashes around, fighting desperately to reach reality. She mumbles- but her cries broke through reality screeching at full force, her blood curling screams casted a spell over everyone making them lost in time. Her arms and legs now awaken but not her mind. She kicks and throws her arms all around trying to fend herself from the monster that engulf her in her sleep. "I'm sorry!!!" Her voice cuts through the air the thick slice made the world stop at her feet. " I- I'm sorry" Her cries erupts but her eyes remain closed.
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Fanfiction"You can choose to give up, run away- break." There isn't a day that doesn't pass where I wish to forget. It was that night where everything was taken away without warning. Would everything be different if I choose another path? Living her life in...
