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I think I'm being followed

I am Kim Seokjin, I am 17 years old, and I think I'm being followed.

I used to live in a small town, around a population of 2,500 people. Omaha Lake, we call it. I moved to Cleveland, a much bigger city compared to Omaha Lake. The schools were better, there were more people to interact with, and the cute, small shops near Lakewood were fun to hang out at with friends when school's over.

See, Omaha Lake was a very small and quiet town. The only crimes about town were occasional robberies and assaults from drunk foreigners. Other than those, the town was quiet.

Very... peaceful, unobtrusive...

Boring.

Cleveland was much more active. Cleveland was bigger, and with a popular, big city came the slums and impoverished. Do you know what happens in those parts? More than just robberies and assaults, that I can assure you.

When a body appeared in Omaha Lake, right before we moved, the entire town was shaken to the core. They hadn't had a murder in over 57 years, and through those years, they hadn't expected their first serial killer.

The first victim was Jeon Jungkook.

He was a shy but talented boy, his brown doe eyes winning every girl's heart. He was a favorite among the citizens of Omaha Lake, helping out at the nursing homes and nearby public gardens. He even helped out at the dance class, helping teach the children. He seemed to be perfect in every way.

He wanted to be a Taekwondo black belt and make it to championships. I'm positive he would've made it in the industry if it weren't for his body being found in the practice room's bathroom with blood and vomit around the stall he was in. It was obvious he'd been poisoned.

Everybody sent their condolences to Jeon's family, sending them flowers and cards full of words of encouragement. Though they stretched this far, everybody could tell that Jeon was just one less person in the competition. Sad, really. Poor boy.

The second person to go was Park Jimin.

Park, your ballet extraordinaire. Sure, perhaps he wasn't the tallest and not as muscular as Jeon was, but he was 10x smarter. He'd gotten straight A's all throughout middle school and was currently working on gaining his early high school credits. He was class president through those years; his popularity only gained him his benefits.

Jimin had wanted to pursue his career in singing, maybe even join a pop group. Obviously, he was beautiful enough to charm the lustful judges with his voice. However, in order to become an idol, I think you might need to have looks to do that. Let's just say, when they found his body sprawled about his bloodied kitchen floor with his face and skull bashed in with a nearby small vase, his looks weren't going to get him anywhere now, not even an open casket.

This murder had really got the town on edge now. One, a serial killer was loose. Two, Park had been killed in his own home, the place where he should've been safe. The Park family had a hard time getting over their beloved son's death which eventually led to his little brother's suicide attempt. Luckily, Mr. Park had been there to save the boy. Mrs. Park had it worst and obviously wasn't dealing with the situation very well. She up and left, taking her stuff with her, leaving her son and husband to deal with it instead. Yup, tragic.

By this time, I had moved to Cleveland already.

There were even more murders in between, but the ones that really hit home were the murders of my best friends, Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi.

Jung Hoseok had outshone me in every way. From his radiant smile, dark hair, and glowing tan skin to his bubbly and humorous personality, he was a gorgeous human being. He was modest and insecure though. He always complained to Min and I, going on and on about how he wished he looked more like us since we're handsome. It bothered me, and it always gave me a headache when he talked like that. It's like he knew he was better looking than us but he was just too kind to confirm.

Whenever I was feeling upset, he was always there with his beautiful smile. He would always comfort me, telling me how I was going to impact the world someday, with or without him.

Oh, I was going to impact the world someday, but not in the way he'd expect or want.

Min had seen me take Hoseok to the nearby park, the last time he was ever seen alive.

Min pulled me aside at school to question me about it. I had denied everything and he pushed it aside, but I could tell he knew. He knew. He was suspicious at first, but now he had something to tell the police.

I couldn't let that happen.

That's why they found him beaten to death, his stomach and back being slashed open with a knife on the side of the road.

The policeman who found him attempted to console me by suggesting that he got too close to the killer and found something out on accident.

"I know." I had responded.

There were no more murders after that.

I was walking home from school this afternoon at 12:32 since I only had 5 periods of school this semester. It was still early in the day for most people so it's not like there were random people on the streets.

I had this distinct feeling that someone was behind me.

My name is Kim Seokjin, I am 17 years old, and I think I'm being followed.

When I got home, I heard something in the bushes rustling and immediately going quiet like they're watching me and attempting to hide.

My name is Kim Seokjin, I am 17 years old, and I think someone is watching me.

I brushed it off as the autumn wind and made myself comfortable in the living room, cuddling on the couch as I waited for my roommate to get home. As I stared at the television, I saw something out of the window right next to it. A man in a navy blue uniform held something huge with two hands as he peered into the window back at me. I think he's one of those people who have the desire to see me behind bars.

My name is Kim Seokjin, I am 17 years old, and someone is outside my house.

I decided to run into my bedroom, one of my safe places since it has a lock on the door.

I'm writing this out now, just so when I get caught, people will know...

My name is Kim Seokjin, I am 17 years old, and I am scared.

My name is Kim Seokjin, I am 17 years old, and I'm sorry.

My name is Kim Seokjin, I am 17 years old, and I made a horrible mistake.

My name is Kim Seokjin, I am 17 years old, and behind the sweet, kind facade I put on, there's a monster.

My name is Kim Seokjin, I am 17 years old, and I've murdered 4 people in a span of 12 months.

My name is Kim Seokjin, I am 17 years old, and I hear knocking on the front door.

My name is Kim Seokjin, I am 17 years old, and the knocks are getting angrier and louder. I don't think they're here to put me behind bars.

My name is Kim Seokjin, I am 17 years old, and I think I am going to die tonight.