oblivion • jungkook

Chapter 06.

author's note - a warning that this chapter will contain strong mature material.

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im fine.
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im so scared.

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A sudden stab of terror hit me in gut as I swung the door open. The scene of my once, cozy and lovely bedroom, was not how I left it yesterday morning, when I left to visit home again. The soft, white pillows had been cut open, the feathers splayed all over my double-sized mattress. A single knife was left there, still shoved in the pillow, as if it were a symbol that someone had been here. Blood-red paint splattered across the entire bed, forming a horrifying image that someone had been..murdered.
My body grew so tense it was to the point of shaking when I had realised that everywhere else, the furniture was either smashed and broken or overturned.

I didn't know whether to scream or breathe. I attempted to let out a shaky breath, but I couldn't. A hard knot constricted in my throat, making it nearly impossible to have a normal breathing pace. Even my heart stumbled over its own rhythm as it thumped furiously in my chest. Sickening waves of absolute terror surged up my stomach as my knees trembled and quaked, threatening to give out from standing.

I took an unsteady step inside the room and glanced around. Each feature of the once beautiful bedroom was destroyed and left with an ugly scar. My bathroom mirror, was now shattered, it's glass pieces scattered across the beige tiles. A cold sensation went down my spine, as if a spider was crawling in an agonisingly slow manner downwards the skin of my back. I walked cautiously into the little walk-in wardrobe and scanned around for damage. Some of the clothes have been cut and ripped, but otherwise the structure of the shelves and railings were untouched. My mouth opened, desperately wanting to scream, but closed quickly without making a single sound.

Letting out a long shaky breath, I walked back into the open area where the awful bed was. I swallowed dryly, unable to wet my parched throat. On my bed, placed among the feathers and paint, was a neatly folded note. I began to walk cautiously towards the mysterious paper, my mind burning with a strange mix of curiosity and fear. I gulped as my fingers started shaking uncontrollably. Flipping the note open, I felt like all my blood was drained from my skin as I read it.

deAR y/n,

dOn't woRry.

We'll meEt SoON.

aND wHen we dO,

i pROmisE,

i'll bE THe lAst pERsOn yoU'll evER see.

i DArE  yOU to teLL sOmeoNE AboUT tHiS.

i awAiT ouR MeEtiNG.

j.h.m.

As each word sunk in, each and every ounce of me wanted to flee from that cursed bedroom and never return again. I hopelessly wished to run to the corners of earth just to escape from this appalling, traumatic, horrendous message. Despite my burning desire to get as much distance between myself and this room as I could, my eyes were glued to each newspaper cut-out letter of the note, my eyes transfixed with horror, unable look away no matter how much I wanted to.