Everything went increasingly slow. Frame by frame, my eyes followed as his finger stretched out. "DAD!" My voice broke. A wave of clear thin air silenced the area around me. My mind broke down. As my legs gave up on me, I fell to the ground my knees crashing against the cold floor. The tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down my face. I felt the muscles of my chin tremble like a small child and I look towards the door with the small window as if the light could soothe me. There is static in my head once more, the side effect of this constant fear, constant stress I live with. I hear my own sounds, like a distressed child. I screamed louder and more in pain that I ever had before. "NO!" I screamed sharply.
The dark red blood made its way out of his body. It oozed between the space between my fingers as I tried to cover his wound with my shaky hands. My vision became blurrier as his redshirt turned darker and all I can see is the scarlet blood. Each drop of blood slowly takes away the life in him, leaving him pale and weak.
I choked on my own panicky breaths as the bleeding man lay before me. My entire body was shaking at this point. I- he- he's dead... I put my hands on my head. Putting my elbows on the floor with my back hunched over. Tears patted against the floor.
The sharp air from the door suddenly opening blew my hair. I looked up with teary blurred eyes to see a figure of a tall man staring down to me. "what-."
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"-- I- he's dead."
He stood there in shock looking down at the messy state of me. "You mean- you killed him?" He took slow steps out the door.
"--No- I didn't kill him I swear!" I took my hands off my head. The metallic blood stench filling my lungs. I looked up again with a film of tears blocking my vision. "He... Killed himself." I burst out in tears again. "H- said... He had - nothing... To live for." I put my hand over my mouth. Screaming into them.
"Now, that he's passed. Does it mean? We can all be free?" He came closer to me, squatting down.
"The police. Will come to find you guys." I coughed. "For now. I'll go back-- goodbye. Good luck with life, and once again..." I stood up brushing my hands against my face. "I'm, sorry I've ruined your life." My entire mindset changed. Yes my father had now died. Yes... I was in pain. But now... I can live the rest of my life, without the control of my father.
"Wait, what do you mean?" Taehyung looked at me. "Wha- where are you going to go?"
I sighed. Putting my hands in my pocket. I dug around until I found the keys. The keys, that were used to unlock and lock the underground area. My stomach dropped. I put my hands out towards Taehyung. "I'm just going to go." He took the keys from my hand. "You better wait, just in case the police come okay? Please. Don't tell them about me. I- trust you Taehyung."
"--- Thank you... Sangwoo for helping me and Jimin, please take care of yourself and your family." He took the keys from my hands. "I'm- sorry that your dad. Died... Good luck."
