Puppetry - P.JM. [ON-HOLD]

Nineteen

With myself coming to consciousness, I felt a numbing throb in my head, shooting through my brain. The feeling made me want to cringe away, my enlightment wishing to crawl away from my body. The more I focused on the pain, the more I started to feel from my body.

Everything--and I mean everything--hurt. My stomach felt like it wanted to crawl out of my mouth, my throat feeling like it was being constricted, my arms and chest feeling so sore that I didn't want to breathe or move. My legs didn't even feel like they were part of my body. This wasn't a normal amount of pain to me. This was what it was like to get crushed under a boulder.

I suddenly felt a hand land gently on my arm. A rush of pain ran through me. "You feeling okay?"

The voice was familiar, but it wasn't Taehyung's. It was just as caring as his. It was just as gentle as his. But who was it?

I forced my eyes to open. Opening them, it showed faint lighting, casting ghostly shadows along the walls with the orange light. I seemed to be in a large bedroom, it dead silent, no sound of anything around. Close to me was a human figure, covered in shadowing light. My eye sight was horrible at the moment, so I couldn't see who was there. A rise of panic was racing within me.

"Calm down," the person said, reaching over and touching the back of my fingers carefully. "Don't worry. You're safe now. We got you as soon as we could."

At first, I had no clue what was going on or what had happened. As the person spoke those words, though, memories came crashing down.

These were horrible memories. Fresh memories. I didn't know when they happened, but the last thing I could recall were those. I felt bile raising in my throat, tears wanting to break free. Everything made me sick. Every single thing that had happened was my worst fears. My panic was only starting to begin.

"Get away from me," I croaked, my voice coming out hoarse a bit. I begged my limbs to move, to do anything to get myself away from the person, but nothing would work. I was stuck. I was stuck in such a position where I was incapable of running.

"Y/N, it's--"

"I said get away!" I said, trying to make my voice as big as I could. My body was starting to shake from fear.

"Y/N, it's Jimin. You're okay. Trust me."

I felt my heart slow down at the sound of that. My shaking still continued, though. I was vulnerable, and I hated that. I wasn't strong enough to defend myself. "Where's Taehyung?"

"He watched you all the way until O-two hundred. I stayed with him the whole time. Once the doctor left, I had him go to bed. He was so stressed out about your state that he was shaking and holding back everything. I felt like I had to send him to bed so he could rest."

I barely paid attention after the mention of a doctor. "A doctor came?" My voice sounded panicked. I was panicked. I never wanted to see a doctor.

"Yeah. Your head was split open when we found you. Thankfully you had just taken that hit. We had the doctor come and patch you up. If she hadn't came when she did, you would've been dead."

"I can't believe Taehyung called the doctor," I murmured. I knew I probably needed a doctor, but I didn't want myself recorded in the system for the government. That was one of my worst fears, and now it was becoming true.

Whenever you expected something out of a puppet, it was what you thought was normal human behavior. I was expecting a sigh or a groan, but Jimin went silent for a bit. "You couldn't die."

"I know," I breathed after a second. I tried inching my hand towards my abdomen. It hurt to do so, but it landed there successfully. I knew Jimin could see my slight struggle for my motion. I ignored it. "I just wish all of this would end."