#Promise

Nightmare

                    It was hard sending him off but it was something I knew, was inevitable. I was debating with myself whether I should just stay home and cry while I imagine him boarding the plane that will take him miles away from me, or should I go to the airport and spend time with him up to the last minute as possible? I never imagined myself as a clingy girlfriend like this, but I felt that in this kind of situation, it was something that both Jimin and I needed.
                    I stood there at a distance as I watched the boys wave goodbye to the fans and the media before leaving. RM and Suga gave a courteous bow to everyone and waved at me when they spotted where I was at. The girls around me shrieked with happiness, thinking that the gesture was directed at them. Jin waved at everyone and blew a kiss my way. The girls started looking around and asking who he was doing that for. I acted like I didn't know either. JK flashed his cute bunny smile at me before giving everyone a bow and gave them all his popular finger hearts. The last ones to come out was Jhope, Tae and Jimin. I couldn't bear see him go. I choked up on my tears but I couldn't help it from falling down my cheeks. Jhope saw me and mouthed the words "Don't cry" then waved goodbye to the crowd and the cameras around. Both Tae and Jimin were expressionless as they bowed and waved. Tae gave me a playful wink when he made eye contact with me. Jimin stood there for a while looking at me, then he mouthed the word's "I Love You." The crowd looked at the direction where he was looking at. It totally caught me by surprise because I was not expecting him to be doing that so openly in front of their fans, since he haven't really said that to me even when we are alone.
                    "She's that girl! The girl that was in the picture with Tae!" somebody from the crowd yelled.
                     The next thing I know was that everyone's attention was on me. "It is her! It's really her!" somebody yelled. "You bitch! You flirt! Get lost, you stalker!" mean words like those were suddenly directed at me. "How dare you follow them even here! Have you got no shame!" some of them yelled on my face. Then I felt somebody was pulling my hair, pulling my arms, pinching me, kicking my leg, pushing me in all directions. Before I knew it, the crowd was all over and on top of me, beating me up. I fell on the floor and I couldn't move. I saw Jimin through the crowd who tried to run towards me, but their security and their staff held him and the rest of the boys, taking them away from the ugly scene where I was at the center of.  Cameras were on my face and the unending flashes almost blinded me.
                    "You flirt! Why do you have to get near them!" somebody yelled.
                     "Don't you know you have to respect their personal space! Don't you understand that?"
                      "You bitch! So who is it? Tae? Jimin? Or all of them? Leave them alone! Stay away from them, you slut!" these hurtful words rang in my ears. Some were even cursing me out.  I lost every ounce of dignity that I had.
                      I felt like I died that day and my soul went straight to hell. "Somebody, please help!" I was screaming inside my head as I tried hard to keep the attackers away. As if my desperate plea for help was heard, I felt somebody grabbed me from the waist and dragged me away from those cruel people. I probably have fainted because I don't remember what had happened next.
                       I gained back my consciousness and found myself in a room lying on a couch. Two well-built men were standing by the doorway. By how they were dressed, and how they have a 2-way radio hanging on their waists, they look like they were some security personnel. An older lady entered the room with some medical supplies on a tray.
                        " Ah! You are awake!" she said as she approached me. I got up and tried to sit down.
                        " I'm an airport nurse. Just stay still and I'll check how badly those crazy people have hurt you." she said in a very motherly way.
                         " Those people left strict instructions to take care of her and if she needs to be brought to the hospital, we will do so." one of the men said.
                          " Are you okay, miss?" the other man asked. " We were given strict orders to make sure you are well taken care of."
                           Although I felt like all the bones in my body are broken, I nodded weakly. The nurse applied antiseptic on some scratches on my arms and covered the deeper ones with bandages. My scalp felt like it has come off my head. I won't be surprised if there would be bald spots after they had pulled on my hair like I was an animal. I started sobbing at the thought. What have I done so wrong for them to treat me like that? Did I really deserve that kind of hate?
                        "Those people must be really jealous of you! They almost tore you up into pieces!" the nurse said almost sounding upset. She comforted me by giving me a hug. " Sweetheart, don't you cry. Don't mind those jealous people. Just remember that those boys, those popular people that was the cause of all of these? They were really worried about you. They were all calling me here almost every 5 minutes to check if you had waken up, they wanted to know how badly you were hurt and was asking if you were gonna be okay. Two of them were even crying. They were on video call up until the time the aircraft's door closed, waiting to see if you will wake up." she narrated with such affection that made me cry even more.
                          " All seven of them almost jumped in the middle of the crowd to help you. They were begging them all to stop. We had to take them away before they get hurt themselves and before the media catches it on camera." the security men added.
I'm sure that all the things they are telling me are true. I can't help but worry about them too. It must have been hard for them to watch me go through that horrible situation and not be able to do anything. I cried and cried some more, for them and for myself.
A doctor soon came and suggested that it would be best to take me to the ER and have some Xrays done just to be sure that I have no fractures or any other injuries.
The security people were able to recover my bag and the rest of my belongings that got lost in the middle of the chaos. My phone was dead and the screen was shattered. I was escorted by security to the ER and was brought home safely after all the results of the tests came back okay. More than the bruises, cuts, and scrapes, the emotional trauma was so much harder to endure. I couldn't believe how people can intentionally hurt someone like that for an absolutely senseless reason.
The pain medication that the ER doctor gave me, knocked me out until the next day. I had to call sick from work because my whole body was sore, and my bruises looked worse. By this time, the boys would have already arrived home. They would have already tried to contact me to see how I was. But even if my phone was not damaged, can I really have the courage to show them my face? How pitiful I look? I can't even look at myself in the mirror without feeling sorry for myself.
                           My phone seems to be a lot tougher than its owner. It may be shattered on the outside, but is still working and still serving its purpose. It made me realize that it is the human emotion that makes people weak and vulnerable.
                           The cracked screen lit up as soon as I plugged it in to charge. Several messages immediately came in one after another. As expected, most of them were from the boys. Several voicemail messages were also left. What caught my attention were the text messages from my co workers.
                           "Kate! What happened to you? What have you gotten yourself into?"
                           "Kate! Is this really you? You have gone viral!"
                           "Kate! are the stories true? Were you really stalking them?"
                            Each of these messages came with several links to social media posts. Videos and photos of the incident were all over the internet. The worst thing was that some people have even tagged the official social media account of BTS. People leaving ugly comments about me, in an attempt to show support to the group. If I was dead, I wanted to die again. How can I even defend myself? They have already judged me and they have already made stories that they all wanted to believe.
                         My phone rang and my whole body started shaking when I saw that it was an international call from Korea. I answered the call and found myself already in tears even before I heard his voice.
                        "Kate! Is that you? Please tell me it is you! Please.... I want to hear that it's you. Kate, please..." the sound of extreme worry in his voice was even making it harder for me to fight back my tears.
                         " Yes, Jimin it is me..." I finally managed to say, while trying hard to sound like I was fine.
                        Jimin started crying uncontrollably on the other end of the line. All I can make out from what he was saying was that he was sorry.. terribly sorry for what happened... that it was his fault I got hurt and that he wasn't able to do anything to help me.
                        " I want to see you! Please...I want to see you! Please turn on the video call" he pleaded.
                         " Jimin, I don't think it would be a good idea to do that right now " I replied almost in a whisper.
                          "Please! Please! Please! Let me see what those horrible people have done to you!"  he was almost yelling, the anger in his voice was so apparent. I really didn't want him to see me this way, but in this situation, he is the only one who is on my side.
                         My tears kept on falling as I turned my phone camera on. Jimin looked like a mess himself. He still has the same clothes on when he left from the airport. His tearful eyes were as puffy as mine. He clenched his fist and hit the table hard the minute he saw me on the screen. There was cut on my left cheek, scratches on my neck and several bruises on my arms. He then growled so loud in anger and cried hysterically right after.
                          "Please, Jimin. Calm down.... It's not as bad as it looks. These are just minor injuries. Don't worry so much." I repeatedly said... I guess trying to convince myself more than him, but my tears obviously was telling him otherwise.
                           I just had to stop saying anything anymore and just kept on crying with him.
                           JK probably heard him yelling and crying because he suddenly came running into the room with a worried look on his face. He then saw me on the screen and couldn't hide how shocked he got. He too started shedding tears.
                           " Kitty... What have they done to you?" he asked in disbelief. " You didn't do anything wrong. You are not a bad person. You are our friend! How can they possibly do this!"
.                          "Whatever you do, do not read anything posted on social media. Listen to me and do that. Don't turn on the TV, don't listen to the news. Don't read any comments. Don't listen to what you hear about us." Jimin finally said after being able to calm himself down.
                           "Too late for the warning. I already know that I am the most hated person in BTS world right now."