My Crazy Ex [박지민] under editing

chapter 21 nightmare

I felt a small tug on my arm and my eyes quickly opened. I saw sparkly brown eyes. I smiled at the being sitting besides me, waking me up. I quickly caught a glimpse of the movie playing on the tv.

A channel was playing and it was my favourite show. He caught me looking at the tv and chuckled slightly.

"It's your favourite" he smiled resting on my shoulder. I nodded and then continued watching peacefully. Things were peaceful and I was happy.

"Looks like you're happy today" he chuckled. I nodded and snuggled closer to his shoulder. We haven't done this in a long time.

"Hey! What are you doing here!?" I heard a sudden yell from the corner of the room. Yoongi came storming into the room. We both got sat up quickly upon his presence. I looked towards him, confused.

"I'm watching movies with my girlfriend, Do you have a problem with it?" He said in a calmed tone, stating his words. I gave a questioning look and he stared at yoongi and told me to leave the room.

"No. Not after what happened last time" yoongi seethed, walking up to the slightly shorter man. I was standing behind the sofa while they stood in front. The tension in the air was thick.

"Leave. Now." yoongi gritted, pointing at the front door. I saw a small smirk plant across the others lips.

"No." My eyes widened when a knife struck yoongi in the stomach. My hands came up to cover my mouth.

I looked at the culprit with blood dripping down his hands.The knife still lodged into his stomach. It was sharply pulled out causing yoongi to fall on to his knees and collapsed on his back.

My eyes came into contact with his dull ones and a tear fell down my face. His eyes shut and all I saw was eyes with murderous intent, shining brighter. I shut my eyes and let myself fall into the floor beneath me.

Instead I felt soft material underneath me. I opened my eyes and I was laying in bed. I shut my eyes tightly.

I opened them to see a figure standing in the corner of the room. I squinted my eyes and realised it was him. He held a knife in his hand and stared directly into my eyes. A small chill ran down my spine and I felt as though I couldn't move. I was paralysed.

Small, steady footsteps made their way closer to me. I still couldn't move. I couldn't get up. I couldn't run. All I could do was shut my eyes and hope to live. I don't want to die. By the hands of someone I used to love.

The knife reflected the moonlight passing through the gap in the curtains. I also saw his haunting smirk. It was something that could give anyone nightmares.

"That's what happends when someone comes in between me and you" he said slowly and pointing the knife towards me, then himself.

I stared at the knife, wearily. I wanted to move away from how close the knife was to me but I really couldn't move. It was pointless trying. I was going to die anyway.

"You and me...only me and you" he grinned widely holding my hand. I couldn't move my hand or pull it away. I couldn't move. I don't think I can even cry right now. All I could think of was to shut my eyes. I tightly shut my eyes and felt something cold press again my cheek.

"Together forever" he whispered not so far away from where I heard his voice before. Now closer I heard breathing. The cold metal still pressed against my cheek. It was the knife, wasn't it?

I shut my eyes tighter when I felt sharp stinging sliding down my cheek. All I could do was scream in my head because nothing would come out of my mouth. Soon the pain stopped and I kept my eyes closed because I didn't want to see his outlined figure.

I still felt the burning, trailing down my cheek along the long cut engraved into my skin. I opened my eyes to see a horrific sight. Blood dripping down his face, from his eyes. He cried tears of blood. The scoweled expression turned into a wicked smirk. The sight gave me chills.

Something from a horror movie. I saw him raise something into my vision. It was the knife. I tried moving again but it was no use. I still couldn't move at all. I just stared at him as he did something I wouldn't have never expected.

The knife plunged into his own abdomen. I internally screamed and shut my eyes again. I felt my heart beat faster and my eyes started leaking tears. I kept them shut this time as the horrific sound of muffled and slowing breathing left my ears.

I heard someone talking loudly and my eyes were ringing slightly. I was still keeping my eyes shut. I didn't want to see someone else die. I heard the voice louder until it became clear words.

"Yoonji! Wake up" I heard a worried voice fill my ears.

I was suddenly awoken when I sat up abruptly and noticed my surroundings. I was in a dim-lighted room. The sun seeped through the curtains telling me it was morning. I looked besides me to find a worried and concerned look on his face.

"Are you okay?" He asked much calmer, to find me awake and safe. I blankly stared at him before realising what he did. I jumped back and pointed at him.

"Y-you killed yoongi, and t-then yourself!" I stuttered being in fear of the knife I had seen, kill them both. My hand came up to my cheek and I felt no scar, no pain. Was this all just a nightmare?

"I did what?" He questioned with a bewildered expression on his face. I realised that he had no clue on what I was talking about.

"You stabbed him" I stated allowing a look of disgust to form in his expression.

"I would never do that! It was just a nightmare!" He objected. I nodded my head at his statement. It amused me how he reacted.

"I know but you scared me" I smiled at the fact that he was flustered and confused with what I had dreamt. He chuckled and laid back down, besides me.

I did so too and just stared at the blank ceiling.