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Shadows are all that roam, in this empty home. Forgotten and broken, spirits of  regretful contentment.

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"I keep telling you! If I stay here it'll get me! I have to leave this place!" Seokjin cries, trying to get out of his sister's arms that were holding him back tightly.

"There's nothing that can get you here, it's all in your head Seokjin!" His sister insists, holding the crying fragile man in her arms.

Seokjin looks up at her for the last time, his pink bangs falling over his dark brown eyes. He shakes himself out of his sister's grasp, glaring at the protective woman.

"Seokjin, please, I just want to keep you safe!" She yells, trying to hold back the man who was running to the door of the home in a distraught manner.

"It's coming for me I-I won't b-be safe here!" Seokjin stutters, wiping his tears off using the sleeve of his pink hoodie. "I don't want to be trapped here and held back just for it to get me!"

"Seokjin!"

He runs out of the house, his navy blue converse scuffing against the grey pavement below his feet hidden by the shadows under the night sky.

Only moonlight led his way now.

BTS - GLITCH
written and conceived by awholebunchofrandom

Chapter one: The tall man without a smile

Seokjin huffs heavily as he runs under the street lights, the yellow rays passing him in a continuous pattern. The empty streets make now sound, allowing the taps of his feet to be heard as he ran as quickly as he could.
He breathes shallowly, his eyes switching his view everywhere he goes. He could've sworn that there were more shadows than his own, chasing after him.

Seokjin lifts his hood to shield his ears from the cold night air, still running in a fast tempo as he tries to rid his mind of any ideas that he could be being followed.

Paranoid Schizophrenia:
Paranoid schizophrenia is the most common subtype of schizophrenia, and is largely defined by the presence of auditory hallucinations or delusional thoughts "about persecution or conspiracy."
In other words, you may think that you're being chased by an unseen group for a crime you think you committed, but those thoughts aren't actually real at all.

Seokjin looks around, not sure where he was. He had ended up in a neighbourhood far from his own, lined with homes that didn't look anywhere close to identical.

"Silly man, thought I couldn't find you."

Seokjin's head whips around, searching for the source of the voice that rumbled so far down in his veins. His heartbeat gets louder, seeing the world spin around him as a piercing laughter rolls into his ears.

"Leave me alone!" Seokjin screams, turning back and running again, the loud hits of his shoes against the road accompanying the speed of his terrified heartbeat.

"You think you can run from me?"

The voice laughs, a headache building in Seokjin's mind. His vision darkens, and all he can see is the morphed shapes of buildings around him as he continues to run to wherever his legs would bring him. His knees weaken, his breath hitching as he tries to hold back the fighting tears in his eyes that won by falling down his cheeks that were drained of any colour.
His foot gets caught on a rock, causing his body to collapse to the rock hard ground. His vision goes blurry and he tries to breathe normally, his heart rate slowing as his eyes seep drowsily.