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15 🥀 my demons

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: MY DEMONS

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If I show you all my demons and we dive into the deep end

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Your POV:

I stir and sit up, my eyes extremely droopy and my head throbbing as if there is no end. I sit up straight feeling nauseous every passing second. I feel like I'm about to throw up and before I can't even process what's happening I end up throwing up everywhere on the mattress.

The fact that me being a clean stick who has a problem when dirt unnecessary sticks on the stove has puked up all on my bed.

I try to scramble away from the mess only to meet another pair of eyes sitting by the desk.

The dark brown orbs stare at me sadly without any sign of hate in them. It must be Yoongi.

It's very embarrassing now, instead of saying anything he just stares at me. I have no idea what's going on his mind.

I wipe my mouth feeling too self-conscious, before I could get up I find him standing right in front of me.

I look up and meet his eyes. Now there is no emotion in them. Maybe I read him wrong, because he was looking at me with the same look. A look without any emotions.

I started getting very hot.

His deep stare was burning me and I couldn't look any longer in his eyes.

What kind of situation is this?

I wanted him to move but my throat felt dry and I couldn't manage to utter a single world. This is weird. What's wrong with my throat? Why can I speak?

Where did my voice go?

Yoongi did notice the panic in my eyes and he leaned down even more and kissed softy on my forehead.

His small way of affection calmed me but my heart was pounding hardly. The first fact that this doesn't feel real, I just threw up and I can't seem to utter a single word.

Yoongi straightens up and takes something from his back pocket of his jeans.

I haven't even processed this that he was wearing a white shirt hugging his torso perfectly and a blue pair of jeans which doesn't even reach his ankles along with flat shoes representing his style.

His hair aren't even mint green, they are black representing an intense amount ferocity within him.

By his changed intimidating appearance, I started to back off a little, his eyes were burning holes on me.

He finally pulled out a lighter from his back pocket lighting up the cigarette that somehow appeared in between his lips.

I was suddenly taken aback because Yoongi never smoked, why was he smoking?

He still looked down on me, I did not move from my spot and surprisingly I did not feel my limbs numb like they were supposed to get.

I just sat there looking at him blowing huge amount of smoke, not to mention blowing directly on my face making me cough vigorously.

I tried to speak but to my dismay, my voice had disappeared. What stunned me was the Yoongi right in front of me wasn't behaving normally.

He swiftly took a very deep swig and threw the cigarettes on the mattress of the bed making me jump by surprise and the mattress started to burn and no screams left my mouth.

My throat was inching dry, I wasn't able to process what was happening. In a swift second I was literally thrown towards the floor. I just got away from the fire and ran towards the door only to find it locked. What?

I turn around and see the fire blazing higher and higher every second. Yoongi was still standing there probably fazed looking deeply at the fire growing in front of him.

The fire was growing but it was only on the bed.

I panicked when I saw there was someone on the bed now. It was squirming and Yoongi was looking at it with full interest.

I wanted to call him out but he didn't listen, my eyes landed to the figure in the bed, and I felt like my soul left my body because what I saw was so disturbing.

The person on the bed was naked and dreadfully burning slowly, the screams started filling my ears, a scream of a girl. I know that voice.

Slowly tiptoeing to see whose voice it actually belongs to. I managed to get into a close approximate with the bed and slowly peered at the figure. A cry of terror left my throat which was nothing compared to what I was hearing.

Her cries, her wails, her begging. That person was a girl.

That girl was me.

I sprinted towards the door, this isn't real I have to get away from this as soon as it affects me.

I looked back Yoongi was looking at me calmly, before he slowly touched the waves of fire.

Within a split second the fire caught him, burning his skin, making it go red but he wasn't burning. He was illuminating.

Like he was absorbing the fire he caused. I could see the pain and agony on his face. He suffers to save me, or I suffer to save him.

I start getting up but then suddenly the fire causes a serious blast blowing me backwards to the wall and I feel my vision getting dizzy. I have to save Yoongi.

I have to...

But I can't see anything, all I hear is my dad laughing wickedly.

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