I am dragged to a new room. Seeing for the first time the building I have been tortured in for years.
I finally am set down in yet another dark room. This time at least knowing where the door was. Of which is slammed shut by whatever man had just carried me into this hole like place.
I burst into tears running over to the door only to be rejected by the lock.
I am tired.
Falling to the floor in a wave of hunger in exauhstion. Myself simply lying down and curling up in a ball on the hard concrete. The otherwise silent and dark room engulfing me. Being swallowed by it all.
Eventually my cries soften as I lure myself to sleep.
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"Welcome back." the taunting voice tells. As if mocking me.
I angrily stomp my foot and throw my arms into the air. Scoffing at the stupidly loud voice.
"What the hell! I got rid of the shoes! I thought you said it would help?" I scream.
Laughing mentally at the fact that I was arguing with the wind basically.
"With good time. Jimin." Running my hand fustratedly through my hair I sigh. Simply stepping forward to allow myself into the daisy patch once more.
I rip a small flower from the ground and watch as its petals are blown in the strong air.
Looking as if they had wanted to leave.
I slowly plucked each one. Releasing them into the sky.
"So what now? I'm just supposed to sit and wait for prince charming to come and resue me? I don't believe in that shit anymore."
I say through gritted teeth.
Having a seat. My lap being swarmed in the small white flowers.
"Well maybe if you did your dream would come true. Your new dream that is."
What new dream? I wonder quietly to myself.
I had given up on dreams what I believed to be two years after entering isolation.
After two years of wishing on stars I hoped to be there. I mean that's how everyone in the books did it. That's how they all got to their dreams. A shooting star magically appearing outside their window as they look out and sing. Wishing for some meaningless goal or such.
"You know, your dream to escape this place. The place that kills you a little more everyday?" I am snapped from my thoughts hearing him speak.
As if knowing exactly my thoughts. But not really. Considering I had given up on that dream in particular a long time ago.
"As much as I would love for that dumb imagination to give me hope I really don't see it. I mean I'm not even allowed to look outside."
I run my fingers throught the smooth grass. Stopping at a stem and plucking it from the ground.
"But look at you now.." Shaking my head i drop the plant and stand. Dusting off the back of my pants though I am sure there is nothing on them.
Sadly I look down at the ground. Kicking through the weeds to find myself suddenly stepping onto a stone. Water surrounding it.
I look around amazed. A new place. But something puzzled me.
Just the fact that I don't even remember ever seeing anything like this. These places like a whole different world to me. But yet I can imagine them. As if falling asleep leaves me with some sort of recelective memory I never knew I had.
I hop from stone to stone. Trying desperately not to fall in the water. But suddenly my balance is lost and I find my self falling backwards. Like last time.
"No! Don't make me go back! Please!" I cry out but am only met with water.
It cascades around me. Hitting my back then flying into the air. Finally freezing. The large splashes of water stuck in the air. Like a mere decoration.
I find myself once again falling endlessly. Clenching my eyes shut. Just. Like. Last. Time. Except this time I don't want to wake up. This time I don't feel as though looking around will grant me knew found freedom.
I feel as though my life will never get better.
I will be stuck here for the rest of my life. And die in this miserable hellhole I have grown to know as my fate.
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The last time I had ever seen a person other than the boy was about seven years ago. Maybe even longer considering the fact that I had no way to track the time.
But then again I'm not exactly sure if I wanted to be able to track the time. To sit here and watch as the hours go by. Just wishing for someone to save me.
Sometimes I even forget the fact that my mother is dead and that she will never ome save me.
Well at least sometimes I like to pretend I don't remember. Pretend that she dropped me off at school and the power went out. Or that it is simply nap time and I can't fall asleep. That eventually the lights will be turned back on and we will play. Until my favorite part of the day rolls around. The part where eomma peeks her head around the corner.
She smiles thinking I don't see her and attmpts to sneak up on me. Only to be caught everytime.
Myself turning right before she can reach me and running to her. Wrapping my arms tightly around her waist wearing a huge grin.
All before grabbing my things and racing out of the classroom. My hand enveloped in hers.
Then we would go to the sea and put our feet in the sand staring out at the water.
All before heading slowly back to the car. Shoes in hand. Getting into the car and going home.
Eating dinner before taking a bath and jumping into bed. Grabbing a book from the overflowing shelf.
Back when I would hear the stories told by mother and believe every second. Cheering as we reached the last page.
Beautiful flowers lining the edges with a fancy font spelling out 'Happily Ever After' in the middle.
The days when my rare smiles weren't faltered.
When happiness truly existed.
When happiness wasn't just a illusion.
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A/n
Sorry for the slow updates.
But thank y'all for understanding.
Here we had a little look into Jimin's past.
When his mother was still alive
Q: Do y'all believe in fairytales? Do you have any dreams?
A: I believe in fairytales to a certain extent.
I have a dream that someday I will get famous on wattpad 😂
