𝑴𝒚 𝑨𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒂 - 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑨 𝑭𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍 | 𝑱.𝑱𝑲✔

IV

Sohrin's POV

A sigh left my mouth as I found myself, once again in a strange room with all the lights turned down. Putting up all of my strength I rose up on my feet and looked around.

There was a door in front of me with a lighted aura. It seemed like the gate to heaven, but we know very well that it isn't always what it seems.

Yet I went forward and stood in front of it. My eyes were shut tight since it was all too bright to be witnessed by the naked eye. I patted my palms across the wooden door and soon my fingers met with the knob.

Holding it tight I turned it around and the door opened, the lights soon fading softly. Now I was standing in front of what looked to be a mansion. I was probably standing in the backyard since there were trees around and no gates to leave the place.

What was wierd is that the leaves were all dry, golden and brown. It looked really old, even the mansion looked like it was completely abandoned. Not a soul roamed around this place.

My feet moved on its own and I was now looking at the house from its front. The gate behind me was rusty and looked like it could break into pieces with the slightest of force.

There was a bit of wind and because of all the unclean dust particles roaming free in the air, I had to shut my eyes and let out a cough or two.

After a few seconds I opened my eyes and looked back at the house. It looked new and lively but it still had a dark aura around it which made me gulp. A second ago it looked like the end of an apocalypse and now it looks brand new.

Knowing that I was dreaming made me chuckle at how wierd my imagination could get at times. I walked and reached the main door. Already being able to hear the faint voices of a woman?

The door was unlocked and so it was easy for me to open it, I got in and the voice was a bit more clear and I was sure that what I heard earlier was the voice of a woman.

I walked forward and the lady's voice kept getting louder with every step I took. After a few more movements I could hear light sobs coming from a child.

It felt like a child was being scolded by his or her mum. I followed the sounds and it led me to a room with a huge white door with a golden handle, just like the rest of the house.

I hesitated before turning the handle, my curiosity taking over the best of me as I was now able to hear the woman clearly.

"Why didn't we kill you when you were born? You are a sin. You don't deserve to live. Die you monster! You shouldn't live in a religious house like ours!"

Said the woman standing in front of me. She was hitting her son and he was letting out light sobs. I was shocked. She hit him so hard and yet he only cried softly, like it didn't hurt him at all. Like he was pretending.

I kept looking at the poor child get beaten up by his mother. I was still in a light trance after hearing her words from before.

A sin? Why would she call her own son a sin. She even asked him to die. I felt bad for him, but it felt worse knowing that I couldn't just pull him away from her.

I was just, in a dream. I watched him and soon his eyes laid on me. He still kept crying but his eyes rested on my figure.

He could see me. He knew I was here?

But what made me shocked was that his eyes looked too familiar. His dark hair and black eyes made me recall about Jungkook. I  shrugged that thought away.

His eyes screamed the word help while his face showed nothing but rage. His mother was in tears as she hit her son. It made me sad to see all of this. I was an orphan myself, I always believed that parents loved their children and vice versa.

But seeing this made me feel at least a tad bit better about my life as an orphan. My gaze roamed behind the boy and she was there.
The woman who has been screwing the hell out of my mind for the last few days.

She was like every other time, just standing in a corner. 

I felt scared when I saw her starting to walk towards me. I wanted to run away but my body wouldn't listen to me. I couldn't move even if I wanted to. She stood in front of me and I noticed her face closer than before. 

The wrinkles and darkness combined in her face only making my fear grow worse.

She held my wrist and walked me towards a huge painting. It was the same picture from when me and Jungkook attended one of his hyung's wedding when we were younger.

The bright red clothing we wore that day still sending shivers down my spine. But what confused me was that now it wasn't Jungkook in the picture.

It was someone else. My eyes grew wide when I realised that it was the same guy whose picture this lady showed me before.

Tears streamed down my face when more images of this guy flashed through my head making me feel a strong headache.

Who the hell was this boy?

To be continued...