Two Guys. One Serial Killer.
He walked towards me, a razor in his hand and a crazy look in his eyes. I wasn't able to run, I wasn't even able to move. He lifted up my arm, and started slashing it over and over again.
"I thought you loved me," he sa...
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Thinking back, I didn't have many happy memories at a younger age. I wasn't close to many people, and I didn't do much. My body and my mind used to run off of those empty, sad memories – off of that sadness. The more I tried to remember a time that a genuine smile came across my face, the more it felt as if it were locked away in a box. It was as if they were there, and I knew they were, but I wasn't able – wasn't allowed – to remember them.
However, I was able to look back and see faces that smiled at me. Faces that were full of life, with light in their eyes. I couldn't put the names to these faces, but sometimes, those smiles were contagious. Throwing my head back, I looked up at the ceiling as I lay on my couch, hands behind my back, and a smile on my face. For a quick moment, a firework of bliss erupted through me, and was, for once, not caused by blood.
This happiness wasn't a true happiness; happiness, joy, and bliss seemed impossible for me to reach. Forever out of my grips, but the unfamiliar feeling washed over me, as if a memory of it lingered somewhere in my brain. This happiness wasn't mine, but in this moment, I reaped the benefits of it's visit.
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I was finally starting to learn the ropes around Jisoo's club. Waiting tables was as easy as it had been when I did it during my freshman and sophomore years of college. With everybody's eyes on the dancers, I was able to weave through the tables practically unnoticed unless somebody wanted a drink. There were times that I would look up at the long stage that cut through the room, and pictured myself up there, but I shook the thought off.
Not a chance in hell.
Instead, I thought of the rough draft that I would have to redefine before I sent it in to Park Jimin of the Seoul Letter. As the words I had previously written flooded through my head, I knew I was almost content with it. Almost. I still wanted to read over it and compare to what Detective Kim had given me. As the memory of his face ran through my mind, I looked for his actual face around the club – he wasn't here. I looked at the stage one last time before walking back to the bar, watching one of the dancers having what seemed to be the time of her life. The smile on my face was irremovable as I walked to the bar and set down the circular tray.
"You doin' alright out there?" Jungkook, the bartender, asked me from behind the counter as he dried out a whiskey glass white a white rag. He put the glass down and rested his hands on the counter as I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Are you doing alright in here?" My eyebrow remained raised as he went back to drying out another glass, a smile on his face now showing pearly white teeth and making him look like a little baby bunny.
"You know, you remind me of my mom," he said as he threw the rag onto his shoulder, and turned around to put the glass on one of the shelves.
"I've officially decided to take that as a compliment," I said as I crossed my arms and put them on the table. "But I prefer Noona."
