Broken Within | MYG

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Sam

'We have that thing coming our way' a person who just came running this way screamed.

I quickly took for hiding. I didn't know what that thing was, all I knew that it could smash and kill 50 or more people at once, it ran at the speed of light right past you and you would never know. Nothing worked on it.

' They have captured it.' another one said but I didn't believe it, a bunch of high voltage naked wires couldn't capture it.

I ran for the bathroom, wishing no one to be there. But this had another door too and an airhead entered the room through it.

The people brought a large van to fly to safety and everyone fit in.

We took off for the road and the lanes seemed to be jammed, a large thing was covering the area.

We took a short cut and barely came out to the area where my house was.

But the building in front of my house didn't live for long.

"Boom"

A large-sized missile-like thing tore into the core of the building.

I woke up sweating and running out of breath.

Dreams like this came once in a while. I dream more thriller kind of dreams than lucid ones.

I had to write this down in my dairy... It wasn't exactly a journal, it just contained thoughts which I wanted to let out...

I started at a new page and wrote it down step by step in a humorous way.

My mind again wandered to that mint haired Mr. Delicate Face. He was a mystery and I surely didn't want to solve any of it for the sake of being sane. He was like a puzzle waiting to be solved. I didn't know that the just the thought of him could make my heart go pounding.

Those genuine eyes and words never really let me hate him. My mind wanted to hate him but I just couldn't, he had earned it. And obviously I couldn't let go of that smile.

'Where do you think you are going?" My mind scolded me.

'Your exams are coming you fool!' I had run out of logic.

How could he mess me up like this!! I wasn't an organized one to start with but I'm worst now.

'I wish I could disappear.'

'No, not again, don't bring the depression back, be optimistic Sam!' Thousands of thoughts fought against each other.

"I'M TIRED!" I screamed at my bedroom's walls.

'The best would be to maintain distance' The genius inside my mind spoke.

'Maybe, I don't know' I answered it.

"SUMMER! What happened?" My mom screamed from downstairs.

I did shout that loud.

"Nothing, mom" I snorted.

I left my thoughts at home and reached school.

These days, I preferred staying at the library no matter how much I hated it, Mr. Delicate Face couldn't ever be seen here, that's for sure.

I looked into the book, trying to understand anything possible. I even covered my ears to read it out lowly loud. Still, it proved that the hate was mutual.

'What the hell am I doing here??' I internally screamed.

The girl across the table held out a note to me.

'Get out if you can't stay quiet' I looked around and most of the people frowned at me.

'I can't do this' I thought and grabbed my stuff in compulsion.

I thought of going to the third floor, maybe I could have my share of peacefulness then. But first, I went to my locker to keep my phone in there, no distractions allowed.

Slowly I sneaked to the third floor and found myself a room at the end of the corridor opposite the staircase to the rooftop.

It was full of silence and now nobody could distract me from studying.

Third-person

Days went by and with exams coming near, Yoongi saw little to no Sam. He didn't try to contact her and neither did Sam after that day. He just saw her sometimes in class, even lesser at recess, and just saw her leave every day when he was practicing for the basketball tournament. She didn't even acknowledge him anytime and it annoyed him.

Now he was furious and couldn't even know why. 

And today he just wanted a break so he went to the third floor which provided the calmness he needed.

There he just thought and thought and soon swept into a deep slumber.

Sam

When I was finally done with the chapter, I became conscious of my surroundings. It was much darker now. 

Crap.

I just looked for my phone to see the time when I realized that I left it locked in the locker.

Holy SHITTTTTT.

The scenery out of the window had turned dark. I quickly grabbed my things and ran for the locker. 

I need to get out of here fast.

The stairs had been locked by now.

I gave it a tug hoping it would open up but it was of no use.

"Somebody get me out" I shouted out of there.

"Help! I'm locked in here" I screamed in louder and kept swinging the grills.

Somewhere a door creaked open followed by lazy footsteps.

There had already been so many stories regarding this floor and listening to a door opening at this time scared the hell out of me.

The noise of the footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

"Is someone here?" I said in a low voice and carried my book as a weapon.

The footsteps stopped at my voice.

"Sam?" came a voice that I knew.

He is here, but how? The footsteps came closer and at a faster pace.

"Yoongi?"I mumbled with a strong relief flowing through me along with some nervousness.

"What are you doing here, at this time??" his voice had lightened and his pale face became visible to me.

"Stuck here" my voice cracked due to the terror I experienced before.

But no, I wasn't crying, just scared a little.

He just shrugged and took out his phone.

A phone is all I need now in order to get out of here.

And he seemed to know that too cause he called someone,

The person picked up after a few rings.

"Hey, I'm locked up here at the roof......- Hello! Hello!" He annoyingly looked at his phone.

"It's out of charge!" he sighed.

"Damn, don't tell me that I have to stay up here all night!" I exclaimed.

"What do you mean?" he was surprised.

"I left my phone in the locker" I fussed in disbelief.

"Don't tell me......." his voice trailed off.