God Is A Woman. /KTH/

7

The room remains in complete silence, no one daring to move an inch. There are so many thoughts rushing through my mind I begin to feel my self let go. My guard is down...all because I can't shoot someone I've seen suffer endlessly. But if I don't shoot her then either he will or she'll have to go back to one of the camps.

I can't let that happen.

In one swift move I elbow Mr. G in the gut so he removes his hands from my sides before turning around and aiming the gun at his head. Namjoon darts forwards, grabbing the barrel of the gun in an attempt to stop me but my hold on the gun is too strong.

In the reflective surface of the wall I can see my eyes glowing red - something that has me immensely uncomfortable under the gaze of others.

"Ari, put the gun down, we can talk about this." Jimin steps forward too and rests his hand on my shoulder.

Mr. G maintains my gaze, looking more arrogant than ever, but I can tell under his brave visage he is afraid. "I'll make you a deal."

"I don't want a fucking deal, that's how I got here in the first place." I remove one hand from the gun to steadily push Jimin away from me.

"You put the gun down; your friend here can go back to the camps, I don't make you collect anymore escapees."

"That's a shitty deal. I don't want her to go back to the camps. She was only there because her child is different, she's just as human as you are."

"Fine." He sighs, "She can go free. Deal?"

I pause for a moment, he must be lying, but how else can I end this without having to shoot him? "Deal."

I shove the gun towards Namjoon's chest and storm out of the room.

The echo of quick footsteps from behind me causes me to realise someone followed me out. I instantly stop and turn to face Jimin.

What he does next shocks me completely.

His arms wrap around my small frame and bring me in closer to him as he rests his head in the crook of my neck.

He's trying to comfort me.

"I know it's hard and you're putting up all these barriers not to let us in, I once felt the same way." He removes his head from my neck and looks down at me, "I understand you want to fight for our people but there's nothing we can do."

I don't feel like talking, he wouldn't understand it anyway, so I turn and walk away.

This place is horrific.

This world is horrific.

Although I understand Jimin was trying to comfort me he hardly knows my position, so how can his words mean anything to me? How can they suck up to someone as horrible as Mr. G?

I shouldn't even call him that when he's so pitiful.

By now I'm completely lost in the building, on the third floor I think. I ask around until I feel a hand grab my wrist, long fingers curling around my bone. I quickly turn, wrenching my arm away from whoever grabbed it.

"It's just me, angel, you look lost." Taehyung states, his face remaining expressionless. "I'll take you to your room."

He grabs my wrist again and pulls me along one of the long corridors. My mind is so unsteady I hardly even know what's happening. The hold on my wrist tightens and I'm clueless as to why before Taehyung shoves open a door and pulls me inside.

Room 1713.

"It's not cosy, but it'll do, won't it, angel?" He asks, his face still expressionless, it's kind of creepy but it tells me something must be wrong.

Maybe he was just freaked out by how horrendous I become when I feel threatened. Seeing me like that - seeing me as a monster.

I am a monster.