Gifted || Nakamoto Yuta || ON HOLD

0.04

I dragged my suitcase into the elevator. This place sure has a lot of people, up to 17 floors just for the girls' building. Mine was floor 12.

Once the door opened, I pulled up the code that had been sent through email, and searched for my room.

I saw the door to my room a couple feet down the elevator.

"Ah, Room 1263," I muttered before typing in the 4-digit passcode and twisted the doorknob, anticipating my roommate to already be inside.

The place was different than what I had expected. I had expected one room with two beds, two closets, and a bathroom.

Instead, I walked right into a bedroom. A large bedroom. One with two king sized beds on either side of the room, with their own desk and personalized space. It looked so much bigger on the inside than on the outside.

"I know right, it's like a TARDIS home."

I whirled around, hearing the feminine voice ring through the empty room. Apparently she had jusr walked through the doorway that I had left open.

"It's a what?" I questioned, not understanding what she said.

"It's a Doctor Who reference. Haven't watched?" She sounded nice enough while saying so. I shook my head, indicating I haven't watched it.

"All right, now I know what to binge watch with you on the weekends," she chuckled and so did I. Watching TV usually wasted my time, but being in a school like this, I probably won't have free time to waste.

"You must be..uh Han Jaehee right?" I asked her.

"Mhm, that's me. Anyways, which bed do you want?" she asked walking over to the one on the right.

"You can have that one if you want and I'll take the left," I said dragging my luggage to the left side of the room.

I face planted into the bed, feeling tired and nauseous from everything that happened. I pulled the backpack off my shoulders and it fell off onto the floor.

I internally groaned. My laptop better not be broken.

Too bad I was too tired to care. The second I pulled the covers over me, I drifted off to sleep.

--

I smoothed my dress. I tightened my little black shoes that Mother had bought for me on my birthday. Today was an important day. I had something  to present in class, and my teacher givis always happy when I dress up.

I looked at myself in the full-size mirror, seeing my long black hair braided on both sides, draping over my shoulders, and my red polka-dot purse that matched my little red dress.

Any 7 year-old like me would have died for an outfit like this. But, because of what had happened, nobody had the money to buy anything other than a couple sets of clothes and basic necessities.

Mother never told me how she had the money to live in a lavish house like this. She never told me what she does for a living. She never told me why more than half the town is living in poverty, yet our family has more than enough.

All she says is that she's doing it for my father.

My father is dead. He lives no more. How does she do it for my father?

I backed away from the mirror, getting ready to walk out of my room.

Almost forgetting one, very, very, important thing.

I reached underneath the thick mattress, feeling the cold, metal handle. I pulled it out and examined my reflection in it. Shiny. It fit in my hand perfectly, as if it was meant to be there.

I felt the blood rushing through my veins, as if I was getting ready to stab. Looking at the knife brought memories. Thankfully, I snapped out of it before I stabbed myself, just to see the deep red color.

I touched the tip of the blade, making sure not to prick myself. Mother would scold me if I did so.

'The blade is reserved for the blood of the enemies', she would say.

I secured it in the pocket of my purse, made especially for the knife. Just in case.

--

My little black shoes clicked down the alley. It was unbelievably hot outside today. Terrible feeling for me.

I can't imagine how it must feel for you, the person I'm about to stab. It might feel refreshing. 

The cool blood rushing down your near-dead body. It might cure the heat. You won't even feel the heat once you're dead.

I see your face at the end of the alley. Although the sun was high as possible today, I could see nothing but your face. It had an expression of hurt plastered all over it.

I don't know what I ever did to make you believe that I was a good person. I warned you.

Many times.

They never listen. So it's not my fault.

I lunge forward with my fingers wrapped snugly around my cold blade.

You deflect, wrapping your arm comfortably around my waist. I was surprised. You never fight. The knife was then wrenched from my fingers.

I felt powerless. I was trained for this. Your eyes shined gold. They were insane.

The knife seemed more familiar to you than it was for me.  I felt right. This felt right. I deserve to die.

You made it easy for me to get what I deserve. The arm was was wrapped around my waist grabbed my shoulders, spinning me to make eye contact with you. I had always admired you.

At least I die at your hands. The knife plunged into my stomach. The cool blood sure did feel refreshing.

--

My eyes shot open. I stayed laying down. I heard sounds of somebody sobbing.

After making sure they weren't my own tears, I heard the voice of my new roommate.

"P-please...I-I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. P-please don't h-hurt me," she managed to get those words out, while uncontrollably sobbing.

"I-I love you," she said. She then hung up and laid on her bed, sniffling back tears.

Relationship problems. I had enough of those for a lifetime. But what does she mean by, "Don't hurt me".

Not getting involved with that mess.

Too bad my mouth doesn't listen to my brain.

"Jaehee," my tone accidentally came out as stern instead of comforting. By the widening of her eyes, I think I scared her.

"N-no..I-I didn't mean to. I-I'm sorry for waking you up," she choked on her tears as she said so. Even though she is in a relationship, I feel as if she doesn't receive much love.

"No, that's alright. What I was going to ask is," I paused, remembering what she liked to do for fun. I put a small smile on my face.

"Do you wanna watch some of that Doctor Who now?"

She laughed, making me feel better. I never thought I'd become attached and have a friend so quickly. "Gladly. I need the cheering up."

She pulled out her laptop and climbed into my bed. I've never felt this way about somebody before.

It's friendship.