Drippin' ✘ Skz

v. - the mute

felix

It's hard to trust people around you when you can barely trust yourself.

I don't remember always being so quiet. I remember laughing. Smiling. I remember feeling happy and warm. I remember feeling loved.

But sometimes life can pull out a rug underneath you and spiral you away. For me, death was the end..but death didn't seem to think the same way.

I remember walking home from night school. I remember being knocked out. I remember screaming. Then there was nothing.

I woke up, my skin was cold. I thought my eyes were bleeding when I looked in a mirror. I couldn't say anything. I just screamed. I cried. Agony filling my empty, useless heart. My heart that felt unnaturally heavy in my chest cavity.

I remember thinking that it shouldn't be there. I wanted it out. I wanted the heaviness gone. I remember beating my fists on a brick wall in the alleyway I had been knocked out in. Skin grazing and tearing.

When I looked at my hands, the skin was so severely shredded that I was looking for blood that wasn't even there.

Within ten minutes, my hands went back to normal. Completely healed.

I don't know how long I lived without them and I don't remember how I stumbled upon The District. All I knew what that I was broken and I didn't know what to do.

I didn't ask questions. I didn't expect answers. I was quiet. A mute.

They thought I couldn't talk for a couple months, they thought something happened to my tongue or whatever.

I'll never forget the day I asked Changbin where the shower was and he looked at me like he had seen a ghost. To be honest, he kind of was. We all were living with ghosts. Shells of our pasts.

I don't know where my soul went but I really hoped it went to where I was originally intending of going after death. I tried not to think of it now considering it had been twenty years since I've been the way I am.

I used to envy my soul. Now, I pity it. I pity myself.

It was hard to think that it was in the late 90s when I became what I am but some of the guys here have been alive almost one hundred years.

Chris has been what we are for seventy-one years making a grand total of being alive ninety-two years. I pity him instead of myself. Especially today when we were looking for Jeongin in a human high school.

I remember high school faintly, however, Chris went to high school in the 20s when it wasn't out of control yet. He was already stressing enough over finding Jeongin but mixing hormonal human teens into the situation was cruel.

When he admitted his plan to us about the haunting girl, I was shocked. While walking through the school, I could tell he was overwhelmed. A white vein was popping out of his forehead while another one snaked down his neck, showing how much he hated the aura surrounding him. I hated it, too.

"Felix," I look up at Chris, noticing him swallowing with agony,"try and be inconspicuous. We don't need anymore attention pulled towards us."

I nod and notice Changbin trailing behind a group of students headed to what looks like math because of their textbooks tucked in their arms.

I follow Changbin, like always when I feel uncomfortable, and he snarls when he sees me behind him.

I raise an eyebrow, usually he didn't care when I followed him.

"I hate this place," he whispers,"too many bad memories."

He went to school in the 60s so I wondered what was so bad about his memories but that's when I remembered that he went to a rejects school, a school full of kids who got kicked out. It seems the delinquents back then were just as bad as they were in the 90s and now from what Changbin told me.

He was a troubled kid growing up, being the son of a crime lord, but he had strong morals. He told me he had wanted to be a doctor when he graduated, he wanted to help. But a stopper got put in the his plans. I knew how that felt.

I nod and he looks around,"C'mon, he's probably in a classroom or something."

He walks forward and I hear him curse every time he looks into a room and doesn't see our youngest. We walk into a big classroom with a couple of doors that lead to rooms attached so we started looking in the doors.

When I looked at my half and find nothing, I sigh and look out a window in the classroom. It overlooked the parking lot and I saw a whole bunch of cars, old and new, and a couple of straggling students.

That's when I saw a girl and a boy talking in the far left corner.

Thank God the sun isn't shining or he'd be dead, I think as I rush to find Changbin in the room he was currently looking in.

Changbin snaps his head up when he sees me and he asks,"What? Did you find him?"

I nod and say the first words I've said in a couple of weeks,"He's in the parking lot with..with..."

I couldn't hardly get the words out, I hated talking.

"With who, Felix?" He seems unfazed by me talking considering that he was the only person I talked to in full sentences throughout the whole District. I pant a few times,"With Somi."

*~*~*

somi

I couldn't hardly stand up while I stared at the boy in front of me, the one who claimed his name was Jeongin.

The one I had seen multiple times before in nothing but dreams. They were nothing..right?

His hair was the exact same, his face was the exact same. The only thing that kept me hanging to this being a reality were his eyes.

Not red, the color that haunted me every where I went, but brownish-black.

He notices that I could hardly stand so he points to my mom's car,"Is this yours?"

"Uh..m-my mom's."

"Do you need to sit down?"

"M-maybe."

"Then let's talk in the car..it's important."

He suddenly looks up and his face goes blank, I turn and see that he's looking at the huge school.

"W..what are you-?"

"Hurry, I really need to tell you something." He sounds extremely worried and his expression burns into my mind from the memories of last night's dream.

The angel who was worried for me.

I unlock the car and he walks around the car before climbing into the passenger's seat. I get into the driver's seat and close the door.

Jeongin looks around with worry shining on his face before he looks at me,"I know you've seen me before, Somi."

My throat closes up.

He knows my name..how many more of them do?

"Admit it. You've seen all of us."

I feel my mouth open up to speak but I can't seem to get the words out, they were stuck. I was stuck. All I do is nod. Jeongin nods, too, before he sighs and places his hand on top of mine.

I jerk back at the instant touch but also at his ice-cold hand.

It wasn't normal to be that cold.

"Somi, I'm about to tell you something that you can't tell anybody, okay?"

I stare into his eyes and notice a thin almost clear line surrounding his irises. His pupils became smaller and I notice just a tiny hint of red. That red.

I gasp and try to get away but Jeongin's worried expression kept me grounded.

I nod.

He sighs.

I stare at him before he stares out the car's windshield and then back at me, gazing into my soul.

I tilt my head before squeaking out,"What are you guys?"

Jeongin closes his eyes and squeezes my hand a bit tighter. His next words haunting me more than anything else before,"We're vampires..and you're in danger."