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Adrenaline floods my system, It pumps and beats llikeit’s trying to escape. I think my heart will explode and my eyes are wide with fear. My body wants to either run fast for the safety of the hills or to the crate of weaponry, but instead I remain where I am. Let's face it, there is really only one thing I can do: Pray no one kills me. I want to take one great leap off the pressure plate and run to safety. My adrenaline surges so fast I almost vomit, I can taste saliva thickening in my throat and beads of sweat trickling down my brow. At some point I'll have to move, and I’ll have to live with what I get.
This fear is my challenge and my demon to slay, for it will come until I do, unannounced and gnarly. The only way out is to order this brain to function, to demand solutions instead of this crazy-making circling anxiety. So though it feels as if my bones have no more strength and my muscles are all out of power, I still have the option to remain still, to be quiet enough to choose how to fight. Because it's better to think before making decisions that will result to consequences, bad or the other way.
My hands were tightly clenchened to the point where my nails were digging into my pale skin, drawing various scratches onto my hands, with the color of red. The pain was unbearable but the fear of knowing that I was in the enemy's hands was much painful.
Fire in the form of water stung my blackish eyes, threatening their attack. I crunched my teeth over my lip harder than I ever had. Blood filled my mouth,its taste being salty.
The leader was still positioned right in front of me, watching my every move carefully, keeping eye contact with my eyes, but my gaze was more interested on the floor. All I knew was that it wasn't good at all, and that soon enough something horrible will happen, most likely the opposite of good.
From the corner of my eye, I could catch a glimpse of a, maybe old couch which was placed right before the big wood door which was designed with different kind of beautiful sculpted flowers. I couldn't see very clearly but I was sure what was placed beside the couch, was a coffee table, on it was sitting a chess game.
I took my time analyzing the things around me with much attention but as soon as my gaze decided to finally look up at the man who I despised so much, his hand cupped my badly wounded lip, one finger pressing on the cut, the pain increasing.
My mouth let out a small groan and I titled my head to the side.
Namjoon was smirking and I was completely sure of that, seeing me weak under his touch,he thought I gave up, he thought I was nothing but worthless, but my confidence and the slight motivation of freedom were much stronger than the voices inside my head who were screaming to just let my guard down--to.. give it all up. I won't- and will never afford myself to give up again, I am capable of more then he could think of,I am on my own, and I'll always be, because, after all we are all on our own in the long run.
Namjoon, his gaze suddenly fixed to his right, where was standing with his arms intertwined at the back, politely his hair arranged neatly, the boy named Lucas, his arm extended right in front of his firm sculpted torso. He seemed pretty strong and as I admired his charm, he was extremely handsome, with his prominent eyes and strong jawline. Namjoons genes were also unique and very high standardized, with a strong defined jawline and plump red lips. Though, there was a very big difference between Namjoons and Lucas eyes. Lucas eyes were pure calm and simple, brown palid eyes,but the other man eyes, were interesting .Eyes dark as caves, black and expressionless, stony stare, eyes black as deep wells, black as inky pools, black as a starless night, black as coal,his eyes were deep and dark, blank just like a black sky without stars, they were lifeless. Not a shade was there of anything, save geniality and kindness.
"Give me the gun" Namjoon finally said, waking me up to the bitter reality.
Lucas, who was not even one meter away from him, extended his arm to the back of his coat, but when his eyes widened wide as saucers, i knew here came my part. It was the time.
With a smirk slowly forming onto my face, letting all my anger out, my fist connected with the guards arm who was struggling under my strong hold,at the same time my leg connecting with the other guard legs who was now lying and groaning on the cold floor. From the cornor of my eyes I could see Lucas almost stopping me if it wasn't for namjoon to stop him from doing so, who was patiently looking at me with amusement on his face and the expression with the of significance 'you're a loser, why try'.
But I didn't let that disappoint me or stop me from my own rescue. I was going to stand up for myself, now or never.
My heart was pumping into my chest almost exploding, and my breath was almost cut from the lack of relax. Of course I was scared. I was frightened to my bones but i didn't let my fears eat me alive. All I wanted was to be left alone.
My gaze fixed on namjoons eyes with coldness, we kept our eye contact, confronting each other in a some kind of contest, but as I kept his attention on my eyes, my left hand reached for the gun which was firmly but dangerously placed into my pocket.
And there, I started running toward the door like a psychopath after a victim. Like a policemen after a criminal, my head never looking back, my legs trembling with each step onto the hard floor.
And it felt like forever until I found myself into the hall running like a idiot, feeling just like a lost puppy. I continued running and as I did so I could hear a lot of people running after me. I could hear my heartbeat which was unstoppable.
But as soon as the steps couldn't be audible anymore, I stopped and tried to catch my breath.
And as I looked up, I realized I was on a spacious beautiful balcony which was designed with various flawors and curtains.
I looked outside the window with jealousy seeing the moon alone, yet still shining with its blinding light. I looked outside with jealousy seeing the trees far away as they danced along the wind. It was an amazing view yet I couldn't admire it.
Someone was behind me.
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A/n: trouble had officially hit 2k views and I couldn't be more happier. i honestly don't deserve this. 🖤
