I Need You

Chapter 3

Lisa blinks, wanting to make sure that what she just saw was real, but at the same time she wishes it wasn't. As her eyes close and opens again she expects to see someone glaring back at her, but the eyes she had made contact with only seconds ago are now gone. She gulps, her tiny hands becoming clammy with nervousness and pearls of sweat are forming on her back, slowly but surely soaking her white t-shirt.

"Ji-min?" her voice shaky now, scared. Terrified actually if she's being honest with herself. There isn't a doubt in her mind that what she saw was real and the fact that they disappeared that quickly only fuels her fear. "Jimin, I think someone is watching us," Lisa gulps again and makes sure she has a firm hold on Jimin's jumper, afraid that he will disappear if she lets go. It's the only bit of sanity right now that proves to her that this isn't a dream.

Jimin who has been staying put on the ground, hunched over his own sorrow and misery, suddenly tenses. It's as if every bone in his body is trying to figure out if the girl behind him really said what she just said. Has the terrifying, tiny voice in his head been right all this time? From the moment he set foot in the neighbourhood, he felt that something was off. As if he needed to constantly look over his shoulder, afraid to get snatched again.

Jimin slowly stands up. Any trace of misery and sadness has now been erased from his face and mind and has been replaced with worry and fear. The beads of sweat from the work-out earlier are now dripping down the side of his face in nervousness. He tightens the hold he has on his bag, not minding the fact that his jumper is all wrinkled because of the tight grip the young female has on him. "Where?" he whispers. His voice hoarse and deep, trying to sound brave.

Instead of answering, Lisa points in the general direction of the broken windows, looking at him and not where she's pointing as she's scared of what she might see. Jimin follows her finger. His eyes squinting a little to prepare themselves for what they might see, but when they land on nothing, he is taken aback. It's just a broken window, showing off the dark abyss hiding inside the old, ghost-looking house. Jimin shivers, thinking for a brief second about memories and what might actually be lurking in the darkness of hell before he tries to shake it off.

"Let's get out of here Lisa" He determinedly grabs her hand, making the young female jump before she's dragged in a rushed manner away from the area. Her eyes keep landing on the broken window as they move away from it and just when they're about to round the corner of the broken wall, the dark eyes have grown into a sinister smile belonging to a face that compliments the evilness shining through.

He's glaring at them with angry, dark eyes from the second floor of the worn-out building. The old bedroom he's standing in is nothing like it used to be. The soft bed that complemented his body so perfectly is now nothing more than a rotten pile of wood. He remembers the small, pathetic noise of his crying and hyung trying to comfort him. It is as if the past events, the memories are echoing throughout the house. He can hear the voices, the angry shouting, the commands and screams of everyone who suffered here. His eyes linger on the corner where they disappeared. His phone vibrating in his hands.

It's hyung calling. Bored and irritated, but still worrying about him. He has not been the same ever since. He changed drastically again during the time he spent with the pure little angel and his older brother from another mother has noticed. If it was up to him, he would have wanted to be alone. He would have left his hyung to deal with his own problems, but his world doesn't work that way. He needs someone to focus on. Someone that he knows will be there for him no matter what, someone he can almost, but not fully trust.

He shakes his head, the black hair swinging elegantly with the motion and lands in front of his eyes, disrupting his view. He lets the call go to voicemail, ignoring the message that beeps in only seconds later as he places the phone back in his hindpocket. He swiftly takes the camera of the tripod and places it back where it belongs. The memory card filled to the brim with new photos he has to go through as soon as he gets back. He can't stay there for much longer.

Someone else might notice him.

Someone he doesn't want to meet.

He grabs the backpack, swinging it over his shoulder before pulling his hoodie up. The stairs creek and scream as he descends to the first floor. The hallway looking nightmare worthy with the basement door halfway open. The stairs down to whatever might be there is terrifying to look at. As if a monster from the past will come crawling out any second. He shakes his head, almost laughing at the image. As if something as feeble as that would affect him. He has been through much worse in real life to let the darkness of the old basement affect him in any way. If anything, going down there now would only give him peace of mind.

Rushing through the hallway, he decides to exit the back door or what's left of it. Disappearing into the woods through the broken fence as quickly as he came.

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"Call the alarm!! We need a doctor at room 901!" The distressed nurse commands through the phone, hanging on the wall above his head. He looks around, disoriented and shocked. What the fuck is happening? Is this how hell is supposed to look like? It looks a lot like a hospital. "Push three more!" Give me the syringe over there" "Has someone paged Doctor Yang?!" Muffled screams are heard around him, but for some reason he can't focus his hearing on them. There is this tiny, extremely annoying ringing in his head, followed by a bang and a tiny familiar voice.

His eyes blink several times. People are running around him. Jabbing him with pointy equipment and surrounding his boy with tubes. It's all too much for him. He just woke up for fucks sake. Even had the most terrible nightmare and they need to give him a fucking second to gather himself. His head spinning, a pounding headache approaching because of the constant ringing that is strangely enough, only getting louder.

And then there is this person in the middle of all of this.

He stands tall, not moving, which is why he stands out cause everyone else is running around like tiny, annoying ants. The uniform looks familiar, the badge hanging elegantly and proud. His hair has changed though. The fiery red has been switched out with a hazelnut brown. He looks older, tired, stressed. His face has lost that natural glow it used to have, but it is still reflected in his eyes. They haven't changed. It's the same glow of mischief and corruption, which fuels his entire being. He suddenly grins.

"Welcome back to the land of the living you fucker,"