Favoured ✔

Chapter 35

Y/n POV

I was walking through the forest by the lake, not far from my house. The sky was dark, clouds gathered. It was probably going to rain soon. The dark green leaves shook violently. Wind was picking up speed and strength, blowing my hair into my face. 

The long flowy white dress I had on flapped as strong gusts of wind attacked my body. I looked up into the sky. Birds flew overhead, crows cawing loudly. 

I was walking through the dark forest in my bare feet. I felt nothing when stepping on twigs and stones. Leaves freshly blown off from the trees flew through the air, threatening to collide with my pale face. Moss was soft beneath my feet. 

I reached out to touch the bark of a tree, like I was in a daze. There was one giant slash on it, possibly able to kill the tree itself. Looking up once again, a large leave landed on the crown of my head. 

Lifting my hand to my head, I pulled it off me and stared at it's beauty. The leaf was a sacramento green with the edges of it dying off into an umber brown. It was a bit crispy, dying. I dropped it, watching it float to the ground softly. The dying leaf was one of many on the ground. The tree was indeed dying. 

Stepping back, I noticed that every single tree in the forest had a deep slash on its trunk. A few minutes ago, there were no slashes on them. 

I looked around, my heart beating loudly in my chest. Everything moved in slow motion, even myself. While turning in as slow as a snail, I heard a female chuckle. 

Only ten meters away, stood Aphra. She grinned mockingly. 

"What's the point of living if you feel pain. Don't you hate the misery of living, failing? Wouldn't you rather die?" She said slowly, holding up a leaf in her hands, her claw like nails holding it.

Unable to speak, I watched as plasma fire erupted from her hand and turned the leaf into ash. 

She looked at me directly in my eyes. I saw an emotion in her eyes, one I've never seen her show before. Her eyes became glassy. Her stance drooped a little, head lowered a bit. 

"Y/n. 

Help me."

Still unable to speak, I stared at her. This wasn't Aphra speaking, it was Sasha. 

But just as quick as she came, she went. Aphra regained her posture and her hands rubbing her temple as if she was trying to soothe a pain. 

She took a step closer to me, her mouth lifted into a smug smile. She looked away from me, staring ten metres to the left of me. 

Still moving slowly, I turned to see Jimin kneeling on the moss and dirt. His eyes were closed and his lips moved, muttering something. 

"I can't live with her. I need Y/n."

I felt tears spring up and fall down my cheeks. I wanted to say, "I'm right here. Get up," but still, no words left my mouth. 

I watched as the other six boys appeared behind him, defeat in their eyes too. I wanted to rush over to them, to comfort them, but my legs wouldn't move. I was stuck to my spot, only staring at them. 

My blood froze when in slow motion, a sword pierced through the boys' stomachs, one at a time. Blood droplets flew through the air slowly, making their way towards my frozen form. 

I let out a loud shriek. I sobbed as Jimin was the last to be stabbed. Their bodies slowly fell to the ground, limp. 

The blood flying through the air suddenly made a lightning fast move and splattered onto me, covering my white dress with their blood. I collapsed onto my knees. Tears flooded my vision. All I could do was cry. I let them die. It was all my fault. I should've died instead of them.