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hidden chat - alternative

Spoiler warning: this was heavily inspired by a book by hanmintxrhys called "Hidden Chat" so it has an important element of an actual event of the story in here. The original story is in german, so if you don't understand this language I guess your free to read this ╮(─▽─)╭ I really like the story and at one point it sparked this idea in my head which I just had to let out. My dramatic ass just had to go all out, but of course I had to add some little sprinkles of that-wasn't-in-the-original-story because, because my brain said so. If you don't like this being here let me know and I'll take it down :)

enjoy~

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I hadn't seen Jisung in a while. I know since the dead of his sister he couldn't come to school anymore. It hit him hard, I think he had it the hardest. I rang the doorbell and seconds later I could hear hurried foodsteps. Jisungs mother Miss Han opened the door and greeted me like a family member. "Come in, come in Minho", she smiled happily, but it was written all over her face, that she wasn't inside. She lead me up the stairs and next to them was a room from which you could hear a recording of someone softly singing a song. "What is that?", I asked carefully, my gaze fixed on the closed door. "When Jisungs sister had died he took her phone. She used to record herself while singing so he took those recordings and they were playing ever since. We tried just shuting it of, but Jisung goes crazy if he doesn't hear her.", the mother of my former friend said. "I know this might hurt him, but can I stop the record player for a moment?", I asked now looking at Jisungs mother, waitng for a reaction. First she looked sceptical but after a few seconds of thinking she agreed. I opened the door and let out a shocked gasp. The room was a mess. A mess, but I couldn't see even one speck of dust, as if it got clean just a few minutes ago. But what actually creeped me out, was the doll with a wooden face silently sitting on the bed with a laptop on its lap. The face, which was carved into the wood, was very detailed and polished. "He carved that one himself", Jisungs mother sight defeated,"one of so many. I hate looking at this thing, it almost took Jisung away from us. We didn't want to loose him too, so I forbid him to make any more. At first he couldn't handle it-" Miss Han sharply gasped for air with tears in her eyes as I stoped the recording of Jisungs sister. Suddenly a loud scream came from down the hallway. "Oh no, please stay-" but before she could finish her sentence I had already left the room. The scream had stopped for a moment and I noticed Jisungs door, which looked beaten up and had lots of scratches in it, across the hallway. It had a plate of food in front of it, which seem to already be cold. Then the door opened. Well, it was hastily swung open und flung away the plate, that stood before it. Now visible was a skinny pale figure with shoulder long black hair coverd in a purple hoody which seemed to belong to a girl. The figure quickly moved it's head upwords and I could vaguely make out that it was Jisung. He started screaming and his body practicly flew forward. "NO, DON'T STOP HER! LET HER SING! SHE IS NOT-!", he shouted and befor he could reach me his mother grasped his armes and tugged him to the ground. "Jisung stop. She is going to sing again in a few minutes-" "SHE ISN'T GONE, SHE'S RIGHT THERE! SHE IS NOT DEAD!", he had started to cry and I switched on the record player as fast as I could. He was still screaming that she wasn't dead and seeing my old friend so hurt, lost and broken made me feel like I'm being choked, I couldn't breath. "Jisung do you remeber me?", I tried talking to him but all I got was him frantically shouting 'you can't take her from me, she's not dead!'. "I'm sorry Minho, dear", Jisungs mother appologized and tried to calm down her son,"I don't think you will come through to him yet, I'm sorry." For a brief moment Jisung looked me in the eyes and sanity seemd to come back, but as quickly as it came it was gone again. He managed to struggle himself free from his mothers hands pushed me out of the way and ran into his sisters room. Like a child he climbed on the bed and sat down next to the wooden doll. It wasn't possible to overlook how much he was shaking, his breath being unstable and full of hicupy sounds. Miss Han slightly closed the door, after she had stood up from the floor.
"Can I go too his room?", I asked after finally taking in air again. She looked around, blinking back tears and let me go with a tired 'yes'. I silently walked over to Jisungs room and before I went in I looked back. Jisungs mother propably had gone to him to try and calm him down again.
The first thing I notices was that his room was a mess. Tables and chairs where thrown over, cables cut trough, broken glass was lying next to a smashed consolle. There were holes in the floor and the walls, heck even his lamp wasn't hanging anymore. The second thing that cought my eye, was the white cloth in the far back corner behinde Jisungs bed, which seem to be used to hide something. I carefully crossed the room, trying not to step on sharp objects that were scattered on the floor, and reached for the white blanket. I took a deep breath to prepare myself and pulled the cloth away. I immediatelly felt incredebly uncomfortable because of what I found. There were several wooden heads with carved in faces stacked up to a pile. With closed eyes I pushed a few of them aside with my foot and revealed were failed attempts of the carvings. In the middle of them was one almost identical head to the one on the doll. The only things marking it as different were the blood stains and the knive deepley shoved into it. "Get out", I snapped back my head, still in shock of what was infront of me. Jisung was standing in the door frame, pale and bearly standing. "Get OUT!", he screamed and I jumped back a little in surprise. With a shaky breath I tried to move my legs but it was as if I was rooted to the spot. Jisung walked one step closer almost loosing to the weight of his tired body. "Minho", he said quietly, almost calm. My breath stopped once again and I just stared at him. "I couldn't possibly forget you, but leave", Jisung whispered now pointing to the door, "now." I shook my head to wake myself up and finally started walking. With a insecure gulp a walked past Jisung into the hallway. "Well", still taked aback I searched for words, "I guess, see you-" But before I could finish my sentence, the door was thrown shut. "... later"

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Surprise I actually have something else to share too. Not only did this book inspire me to write again but also to make this here:

It's a fan cover ⁝⁞⁝⁞ʕु•̫͡•ʔु🖤⁝⁞⁝⁝ I looked over it multiple times I really hope there are no spelling errors (҂⌣̀_⌣́) again if you don't like these sort of things I'll take it down but I hope you still like it uwu

~ Kuma-Adi