Simon's Game |nct 127|

Simon's Invitation: Yuta

*Yuta's POV*

-MONSTER!

-I hate you!

-HOW COULD YOU?!

I run...I just run but their words still echoed in my head. I was wrong, I knew it, but do I really deserve to be chased like this? My own family, friends and people who I thought loved me despise me now...but I guess I deserve it...

My legs hurt, they hurt so much but I continued running, I didn't know where I was heading to, but I had to get away from them. I wanted their voices to stop screaming these vicious and poisonous words, I knew that if I continued listening to them...I would actually believe them too, but maybe it was too late.

Tears escaped from my eyes and it was hard to breathe, my whole body ached but I wasn't going to stop, I had to run. I could hear their steps behind me coming closer, and closer. I couldn't look back to see if they were near, even that small move would give them the chance to catch me.

"Please...please just make it stop..."

I pleaded internally as I felt their hands grabbing my body.

I can't run anymore...

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*Thud Thud Thud*

I quickly opened my eyes the moment I heard this metallic sound.

I breathed out maniacally, touching my heart to make sure I was still alive.

"The same dream...the same nightmare again."

I thought to myself and wiped the cold sweat that was running from my forehead.

"Wake up! Wake up! Everybody wake up!"

The guard screamed and I looked momentarily outside of the small window that was secured with thick, metallic bars.

I moved my head and looked at my inmates, but quickly faced the ground again. I didn't want any trouble for today, not after having the same nightmare again.

The colorless door opened. And the guard stepped into our dorm.

He started calling our names as usual. More like screaming actually, barging every number that left his mouth.

"Number 2789!"

"Here."

And he went on, and on until he finally called my name.

"Number 2793!"

"Here!"

I said smiling, in a happy melodic tone as if I was singing.

All of the inmates looked at me. But I just waved cheerfully, showing them my smile.

Some of them sighed, others cursed but it's ok, I'm used to their reactions anyway.

Although it hurt to smile, as I have gotten beaten up so many times that even the slightest movement hurt.

After the guard finished his daily chore, he left our cell and I was left alone with my lovely buddies.

I layed on my bed again and smiled.

"Good morning guys!"

I announced to all of them.

"Jesus Christ can he just shut up?"

"Is he crazy?"

"He is indeed, imagine what crime he committed to be here."