𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢| ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʟᴇᴇ {hiatus}

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"Get up Jiwoo."

"She's not waking up..."

"No, she'll get up... I know it."

I heard distant voices. Am I dead? I wouldn't be surprised if I was. I felt a hand lightly slap my face. "Could you not hit me?"

The voices let out sighs of relief. One breathes, "We thought you were dead."

The other cuts in, "No, you thought she was dead. I had common sense."

I push myself up to my elbows. On both sides of me were Yuta and Jungwoo. They both were placid faced. They looked like they had seen a demon and threw up right after. "Are you two okay?"

Jungwoo barely speaks up, "We've been stuck here for what seems like two days."

Yuta continues his sentence, "Every hour we have to see... things." He gulped.

I push myself to my hands, "What things?"

They both stare at each other. Then they avert their gaze to the ground. It was as if they were too afraid to even look at me.

Yuta keeps his head down, "It's almost time..."

Jungwoo slowly lifts his head, "Get ready Jiwoo."

"Get ready for what?–" my voice sounded slightly panicked.

Jungwoo and Yuta melted away. I mean, they literally melted away. The room faded to black, and there was someone in the corner of my sight. I looked over and the person was looking directly at me.

They began to rush towards me. I tried to move back, but I was paralyzed. I couldn't even blink. The person was a few feet away from me at this point. Then they stopped.

I recognized the face, now that they were close. The figure was Yoojung. The space around her seemed to warp. In that same space, 5 mysterious figures formed around her.

I blinked and was standing beside her. My memories were rushing in. I remember this all too well. The figures grabbed us and put cloths around our mouths, making us pass out.

I opened my eyes, again, seeing nothing but grey. I was in a cell with walls covered in blood. It reeked with the smell of iron and copper.

Yoojung was in the opposite corner of me. She looked traumatized. When I got closer, I saw that she was covered in blood. I was sure that it was her own. I tried to reach out to her, but she scurried back. Why would she do that?

The cell opened and one of the men pulled me out. I fought to get out of his arms, then he threw me to the ground.

I picked myself up and saw one of the men with a bat. He swung it at my head, knocking me out.

The next thing I knew, I was in the hospital. All these people were around me. I guess I was on a stretcher. Their voices were far, and I didn't have the strength to answer their questions.
I closed my eyes.

I open them, once again, to see more unfamiliar people. I began to cry. I cried so much that the room flooded with tears. Everyone washed out of the room. My tears kept falling, filling the room.

My tears were at my neck. I tried wiping them away and getting up, but they kept falling and my legs couldn't move.

I began to choke on my tears– literally. It was like a nightmare. Those nightmares where you die slowly, and never reach the end of the nightmare.   I grasped my throat and shut my eyes.

I gasped for air and appeared back in the same room as before. Jungwoo and Yuta sat in two opposite corners, across from me. All of us looked lifeless. We were pale and on the verge of insanity.

I got up on my feet— still burned. It hurt, but I had to get us out of here. I limped my way to Jungwoo and kissed him. I mostly just placed my lips on his. We were too drained for effort.

I limped toward Yuta, then my feet and legs gave out. I crawled to Yuta and did the same thing. I sat next to Yuta and tried to relax.

I couldn't focus on anything. I couldn't even see the way out. I panicked a little, and my breathing picked up. Yuta rested his hand on mine, "Don't worry... we'll get out."

I took his words to heart, and prayed that we'd get out. Sure enough, we did.

The floor beneath us opened. We fell, and soon enough, the darkness started to glow.

Please don't let me go to Simon. Please.

I landed in a familiar bed. I regretted praying not to see Simon.

"What do you think of my game so far?"

I just kept my head down.

"Did you really think I wouldn't make this hard for you?"

I lay down letting him speak. I just absorbed his words, letting them seep in. He truly is an awful being.

He sauntered to the bed and sat next to me. He began to pet my hair, "I found out that I can tap into everyone's minds. That's why you experienced what you did..."

I whispered, "Why did you do that?"

"To teach you a lesson, of course. I didn't want to do it, but you got on my last nerve. At least now you know what I'm capable of."

I nod at his response.

We stayed in the same spot until I spoke my thought. "Why haven't I seen Mark yet?"

He stopped, "He's been in the same room all week. I haven't done anything to him. I've even been feeding him."

I sit myself up, "That's not what I asked. Why haven't I seen Mark yet?"

"I am connected to everyone in this game– mentally and emotionally. Mark is pissed..."

I tilt my head, "Why?"

"You'll figure that out for yourself. But I will let you know this..." He stands. "This won't be as easy as you think."

"What do you mean."

"The room itself is easy to get out of, but the only way you can get out is if you can calm him down. Me being emotionally connected to him, I can tell he's not going to let this go."

I look down out of confusion. "What about my feet? How will I walk?"

Simon snaps his fingers, " There... he'll be even more pissed if he sees you hurt."

I get up and stand behind him, "Simon, you're not so bad..."

I see his silhouette shift, "Don't say that...You'll regret it later.

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feeling stupid for writing this.🥵