「B L O O D」
A knife is sharp enough to pierce through skin and make blood splatter all over the ground. Its light enough to hold someone down and stab them to death. Its enough to end a life within minutes, its enough to make a person rot in jail for the rest of his miserable life.
Taehyung fears knives, he hates even looking at them. He has no reason to or does he? He can't remember, or maybe he doesn't want to. The knife in front of him is small — a kitchen knife, small but sharp. His eyes are open, pupils dilated and his hands are shaking but he doesn't make a sound. He starts trembling—
blood, blood and blood. So red so beautiful so peaceful and entirely hurtful. Blood is on her face, around her chest, her hands are no longer warm. Her heart is no longer beating and he is sitting on top of her, knife in one hand and a smile on his face. He's breathing loudly, and he starts laughing. Leaning down on her bloody body he caresses her hair, thumb underneath her chin as he pulls her lips onto his.
"sir? Sir! what are you doing here?! oh my god a knife"
"What?" Taehyung's eyes widen as he comes back to his senses, mouth wide open as he falls on his back, trembling, coughing as if he'll puke at the sight of the knife in his maid's hand as she attempts to hide it behind her.
Hands are on his back as he sees his stepmother beside him yelling at the kitchen maid but he cant hear anything. His eyes are red and his heart is beating too fast for his own good. he can see the fright on the young girl's face as she shakes her head furiously at his mother.
Everything is silent, he can faintly hear someone calling his name but he doesn't try to see, he gives in to the darkness..
❝you will remember me❞
a/n ;
so uh i guess im back?
—kjw
