Sun
Thirsty. Hungry. Tired. Those were the first things I felt, in that order. I try to push myself up but my arm was too shaky and weak. I ended up falling back down onto the couch.
"She's waking..." I hear a faint voice.
"Don't startle her, let her adjust."
"I thought she was dead to be honest."
"Shut up!"
My eyesight was blurry and they took a while to adjust to the sunlight that was coming through the glass wall. Glass wall.... glass wall?! I tried to get up again, succeeding this time. I rub my eyes and yawn once.
"Sunny," a soft, gentle, familiar voice calls me.
I look down at Jisoo oppa sluggishly.
He was laying on the marble floor.
I was about to scream at him and ask why I was here at the Jeon's house when I realised there were three things very wrong.
First, the handcuffs around my wrist and ankle.
Second, the dried blood on the floor just beside oppa.
Third, the group of people leaning against the glass wall, wrist by wrist, all cuffed together.
Oppa sits up on the couch beside me and hands over a plastic bottle.
I hesitated but took it anyway. The water tasted sweet and heavenly on my tongue.
"You've been out for two nights," oppa says.
Two nights?!
"Do you remember anything?" He says softly.
I shake my head. Even though I felt somehow angry at him I couldn't do or say anything.
We were handcuffed together. We were in the same situation.
Mrs Jeon had definitely turned on him.
"You vomited on the other side of the couch two days ago then went back to sleep. Then yesterday Mrs Jeon filmed you being slapped in the face while half unconscious," he leans closer and whisper, "I think she sent it to Junhui," he leans away again. "And just before, she came in to check on us and pulled at your hair shouting at you to wake up."
I raked my hair with my fingers. My head did ache a little. I looked down at my clothes. Just like the other two girls in the room, I was still in my gown. "Well Junhui's not hurt, is he?"
"You're worried about him?" Oppa asks dumbfounded. He then rolls his eyes, "well he's not here."
I felt relieved that he was not in Mrs Jeon's possession. I stand up slowly and gesture for oppa to do the same.
We slowly walk over to the group and sit with them. It was Jeonghan handcuffed to Jungyeon, Jungyeon handcuffed to Jimin and Jimin handcuffed to Mingyu and Mingyu handcuffed to Hansol.
"I'm glad you're okay Sunny," Jimin says, her lower lip was shaking.
"I'm glad you're okay Jimin," I smile weakly. "Where's Jia?"
Hansol breaks into tears while Jimin and Mingyu start sobbing.
I started to panic then looked at oppa beside me.
He was brushing a tear off his cheek, "she's gone," he whispers. "Mrs Jeon shot her the night we were all taken here."
My heart started to feel heavy and I couldn't stop the tears from falling.
