Overdrive | NCT ✅

1. I knock out a dude with a fruit bowl

Three years ago:

BANG

My Grandmother's body jolts in front of me, her eyes glaze over, a bullet hole in the middle of her chest. I watch in slow motion as she falls to the kitchen floor, my body frozen in terror. My heart jumps into my throat, making it hard to swallow or make any sound. My Grandma's eyes make contact with mine, and I can see the fear in her eyes. My head snaps upwards towards the man in front of me who's smirking like a maniac and running the tip of his finger over the edge of the exit of the gun.

Without thinking, I run forward and shove his shoulders as hard as I can, and he stumbles back into the island. Even though I just shoved him, he looks at me slightly amused, then grabs my arm and twists it backwards. I yell out in pain, realising that I acted rashly.

He's going to kill me. Why the hell did I run at him when he has a goddamn gun? I think.

It doesn't matter, it's not like you have anything to look forward to. The only person who fully cared about you is now dying on the floor next to you, my conscience tells me.

My nostrils flare and I glare at the man still gripping my wrist. He scoffs and raises an eyebrow.

"What are you trying to do? You do realise that I can just shoot you as I did with that woman," he says calmly, tilting his head.

My legs suddenly go weak and my heart races painfully in my chest as my anger drains away from me, instantly replaced by fear. The man chuckles without humour and blinks his muddy brown fringe away.

"Now you're scared," he mutters, the corner of his lip stretching upwards.

I yank my hand away, and to my surprise, he lets go and just spins the gun in his second hand, seemingly unbothered. I clench my fists to try and hide the fact that they're shaking uncontrollably, and I desperately think of a way to escape.

"Don't think of escaping. As soon as you run for the door, I'll shoot you down and you'll be dead before you know it," the man says as I glance towards the door.

My eyes fall from the door to the fruit bowl an arm's length behind the man in front of me, and the start of a crazy idea grows inside my head. I look back at the man in front of me.

"Why did you do it?" I ask in a low voice, struggling to control my emotions.

"Sweetie, I'm just doing my job," he answers.

I swallow hard, my legs shaking from what I plan on doing. I glance back at the fruit bowl.

Thank god there's only a banana left, I think to myself and lunge towards it.

My sweaty fingers grab the edge of the bowl and yank it, the ceramic making a loud scratching sound against the wood. The man stares at me in shock, and I heave it upwards and send it crashing onto his head, the lone banana bouncing out and skidding across the floor. The man collapses at my grandma's feet, his gun clattering out of his hand and blood spreading fast from his head.

I stare at him, stunned, and the fruit bowl slips from my grasp and shatters into a million shards on the tiled floor, fanning around the two bodies.

I killed him.

My legs give way from beneath me, and tears spill down my cheeks as I crawl towards my grandma's lifeless body. I clutch her already cold hand and start sobbing at her glassy expression, my hands covered in blood and my body heaving.

Fear takes over every other emotion, plunging me into a void of numbness. I struggle to find a positive take on the entire situation, and I suddenly think of my father. Nausea claws at my throat and I draw in a shaky breath, my head pounding painfully.