A loud buzz filled the halls as the clock stroked 6:00am. A males voice crackled from the speakers, "Good morning children, it's time to wake up to start your day. Do not be late to class, and as always stop by the cafeteria. Have a splendid day." The voice was a very familiar one but the person behind it wasn't. No one had ever met him, or seen his face. Even still everyone was told to address him as a father figure because he was our papa.I let out a loud groan as I pushed myself upright, very tired regardless of going to sleep at 9:30pm. To much sleep perhaps? Without a second thought I slipped out of bed immediately walking into the bathroom. I'd been told it was best to wash your body everyday and your hair every other.
Sleepily I slid out of my plain white T-shirt and underwear before turning on the showers water. I stood outside the shower to let the water warm up, at the mirror I stared, lost in my thoughts. "0044.." I whispered under my breath as I stared at the serial number on my neck.
It helped them identify us I'd heard, not sure for what but it never really bugged me. In fact I always liked the number 4 because of it. It is my serial number. My eyes wandered down to my breasts, we were told to never show them off to anyone. "Sin they said, is unforgivable." I whispered quietly to myself a soft sigh escaping my lips.
The speaker buzzed again startling me as I stood there lost in my thoughts. Calming music began to be played from the speaker, sending chills down my spine. I Inhaled crossing my arms over my chest to cover my breasts. I always felt uneasy when the music played I was never sure why.
Slowly I moved over to the shower, sliding the glass door open before stepping inside the shower letting the water run down every inch of my body. I let my arms fall comfortably to my sides, while closing my eyes. This warmth, I longed for warmth like this.
The feeling of someone's warmth, their hands along my body and their loving eyes staring deep into mine. One day, once I leave maybe I can feel it.
A small blush crept onto my face as I imagined it, my legs began to feel wobbly at the thought. Love. How does it feel when one shows love? I quickly shook my head, relieving my thoughts of it with a deep sigh, I needed to shower. Papa would get angry if I was late.
Quickly I washed up, stepping out of the shower, grabbing a clean towel to dry myself with it. My phone on my nightstand began to vibrate. Must be Kizuna, my best friend and the only one who ever calls me.
I quickly folded the towel onto my head and walked my naked figure over to my phone taking it into my hand and sliding over to accept the FaceTime regardless of me being naked.
Immediately Kizuna's booming voice came through, "Good morning sunshine ! How are you feeling this morning?" She asked in her usual loud tone. A small smile formed on my pink lips, she always seemed to brighten my day with that voice of hers. "Good morning to you too Zuna. I feel y'know the usual. Chilled to the bone." I let out a soft giggle, my smile growing.
Kizuna returned the smile, her hair was all over the place, "You know what tomorrow is don't you? My 20th birthday. I'm next up on the list to leave finally... I'll really miss you." She said her tone lowering, sadness clear in her voice. The thought of her leaving tomorrow had completely slipped my mind, I opened my mouth to speak but the words got caught in my throat where a knot was beginning to form.
What would I do without her, Kizuna noticed my expression and let out a sigh, "Don't worry babes, I'll still call you ever morning to wish you good morning. I promise!" She said in a sweet, loving tone.
The feeling of disappointment and sadness only grew more at her words but I forced a smile, "Well.. I'm glad, you better keep that promise. So we're still doing the bomb fire tonight right?" I suddenly asked placing the phone on my stand to get ready.
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LVII † Jungkook FF
Mystery / Thriller"Growing up, not knowing what waits ahead or that your whole life is lie. could you bare it? could you change your destiny said to be written in stone?" Summary : Over 100 kids went missing on the same day, 17 years ago. Their ages varied between 1...