flowers [kim doyoung]

twenty-one

he was lying down on the bed, looking inanimate. what was happening?

i came closer towards the bed, trying to make a brave step. i was curious, i wanted to know who was on the bed, looking lifeless. for sure, i know it's a he.

i finally stood at the brim of the bed, trying to turn over the blanket that covers the body. i don't know why i'm so brave but heck, i need to know who's on the bed.

my shaky hands hover the tip of the blanket and i flip it. his once perfect features was pale. eyes are closed shut. it was cold as ice. the body that i once love wasn't breathing anymore. god, no..

STOP THIS! NO, IT CAN'T BE. IT'S DOYOUNG FOR GOD'S SAKE!

i feel my knees getting weak and fell at the side of the bed. i started to sob and cried while holding his hand. i looked at his body with tears flowing out of my eyes, his chest is.. punctured with a bouquet of flowers. blood spilled everywhere.

roses, the ones that i use to shoot him in my previous dreams. wait— this is a dream, it's not real.

but when the realization comes, there's laughter begin to fill up the place. i was scared, this isn't a friendly laugh, it's an evil laugh.

"look what you did to him, such a pathetic girl" the voice suddenly whisper into my ear. i was aware that no one is beside me.

i'm starting to feel bad, i did shoot him with the flowers. but she controlled me! i can't stop myself. it hurts when i object.

what was happening?!

"no! she controlled me! i didn't mean to kill him" i said with my eyes still wet from tears. i didn't let go of doyoung's hand yet.

"are you sure that i controlled you darling?" i see a woman walked beside me, smirking. wait— THAT'S THE WOMAN THAT CONTROLLED ME!

i gasped and stand up from my position, still holding doyoung's hand. "you!" i pointed my finger at her.

she looked unruly. wearing a baby blue dress that is stained with dried blood and mud. her braided hair was messed up. her cheekbones stand out the most, making her look scrawny. her arms are covered with small cuts, some are still bleeding.

i was disgusted to see her.

"yeah, it's me keiko dear" she chuckled as she caresses her hand onto doyoung's face.

"look at him. finally dead from your torture. i feel sorry for him though" she mumbled as she looked sad for a minute. i wasn't having it, she looks fake.

i was angry, she said too much for someone who controlled me.

"but i need to thank you for giving me his soul. i can have his body too" she turned herself to me and holds my chin. i wanted to fight back but it seems like i can't talk.

it's all muffled. "MMPH!"

"aww, the baby girl can't talk. can't save herself from me. how hopeless" she chuckled. i was trying to restrain myself from slapping her.

"and now, let me have him" she pulls my hand away from holding doyoung's and she holds it instead while i was thrown away with a strong force.

i cannot take it anymore! i'm struggling to talk, to get up and not letting her taking doyoung.

when she holds doyoung's hand, i could see she slowly becomes pretty again, her cuts slowly vanished, the plumpness of her skin makes her appearance more alive and her dress becomes immaculate. it seems that she had extract everything that doyoung had, including his life. doyoung slowly turns into dust and vanished. fuck, THAT MEANS SHE'S ALIVE AGAIN.

NO! it's an exchange, between lives! PLEASE STOP!

i tried to get up but i can't. my tears are flowing faster. she can't take doyoung away. please.. i love him AND I DID NOT KILL HIM!

before everything blacks out, she flashes me a smirk.

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"I DID NOT KILL HIM!" keiko yelled across her room. she was breathing rapidly, consuming the air around her. she looked around to see that she's on the bed, her pillows scattered on the floor. she must have kicked it or something.

she was still scared. she couldn't go and knock at her mom's room, she's sleeping. she didn't want to sleep anymore. the dream seems so real and she's confused.

why would she kill doyoung if she loves him in secret?
why would she have dreams that will involve doyoung and herself?
why would that woman controlled her?

the flowers? the flowers.. she thought about it for a while. it seems that every time she had a bad dream, there must be flowers in her surrounding.
it started with the flowers, she needs to know more.

as she was shaking because of the dream, she still gets up and makes her way to the corner of her room to wear her hoodie.

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"KNOCK KNOCK!"

"who on earth would be knocking on my door at 3 in the morning?" doyoung grumbled as he get up from his bed and walked towards the door. he wasn't sleeping anyway, he was.. trying to sleep but far too scared to sleep.

before he could open the door, he latched his hand over his left eye, to check whether he wore his eyepatch. thank god, his eyepatch was still there. he didn't want anyone to scream looking at him.

he opened the door and shocked to see who's in front of him.

he furrowed his eyebrows, "keiko?"

keiko smiled shyly, she knows she shouldn't do this but she can't help it. "can i sleep here tonight. i'm..i'm scared"