I could see the body of a man lying on the floor, eyes closed, blood surrounding him in a pool, pouring out from the stab wound near his heart, a sad smile resting on his otherwise blank face. A woman taking a small girl's hand and getting out the apartment with tears streaming down her face. Everything went black before a loud horn rang in my ears. I could see the truck coming at the highest speed, nearing the crossroads, driver drunk to the point that he can't even control the vehicle. A car whizzed past me.
A woman in her thirties driving the car, a six year old boy in the backseat with a seven year old girl in the passenger seat. I could only stare in horror as the car approached the truck, collision between the two imminent. The woman finally noticed the fast paced vehicle coming towards her car but she was too late to steer the car away. Glass shattered on impact with the truck, the car being dragged away by the heavier automobile. The woman helped her kids out of the car but before she could get out the car burst into flames.
"Mom!!" my shout loud enough to be heard but went ignored. The sister hugging her brother to stop him from going near the explosion. I could only stare at the image of paramedics carrying my mother's lifeless body on the stretcher. Tears streaming down uncontrollably.
Suddenly the scene changed. I found myself at the entrance of our house. Red dripping from the second floor down to the first. Frantically going up I found my brother, lying on the floor, almost lifeless. A younger version of me checking his pulse frantically, her dress stained with some of her brother's blood, where I struggled to support myself upright. Knife cuts littered along his body, clothes torn, bloody.
A sudden urge to vomit takes over my body and I try to heave the contents of my stomach out but nothing but air is exhaled, hand clenching on the railing to steady my footing, hunched over. Screaming I put my hands at my head, trying to stop the visions, unsuccessful. I crouch down and roll into a ball, body shaking. My body burned at the scenes but my mind had not had enough. Darkness consumed my senses as a bright light blinded my vision for a few moments before it cleared out. It was my reflection. A beaten, bruised version of me, her eyes dull, void of any emotion, asking me why I allowed that to happen to her.
Gasping for air, I wake up from the nightmare, drenched in sweat, blurry vision, the cold air nipping at the moist skin of my cheeks, still at the cemetery. I get myself up, legs feeling like they would give up on me any time, taking out my phone from my pocket simultaneously after some time. The screen's light blinding me for a few seconds before displaying the time as three forty two in the morning and seven missed calls from Jimin and three texts. I take quick steps to my house, the sun not risen yet.
'Hey I talked with Yoongi hyung since you were not picking up the call. He told me you will not be coming home. Take care wherever you are. I'm alright so don't worry about me' – Jimin; 23:20
'Good Night. Miss you' – Jimin; 23:34
'I'm sorry' – Yoongi; 1:47
Getting back home, ring the doorbell for someone to let me in. A maid comes to open the door with Jimin standing behind her, hand in his hair ruffled from sleep and eyes almost closed. His eyes widen on seeing me and he ushers me inside the house and to the stairs leaving the maid to close the door behind me. Not having any energy to resist Jimin's hold, I allow him to drag me to his room, tears ready to spill again. He made me sit down on his bed by my shoulders and asks me to wait while he gets some water for me from the kitchen.
Jimin's point of view:
The doorbell woke me up from my sleep. Knowing it might be noona I went to receive her but the sight in front of me as soon as I got downstairs was devastating. She was standing at the doorstep, no emotion expressed on her face, blood red eyes, dried tear tracks trailing down her face, a red nose, arms hanging limply by her sides, shoulders slumped, exhaustion screaming from her body. All these things suggested that she'd been crying about something. I quickly asked her to step inside, her clothes doing little to protect her from the cold but it seemed as if that was not affecting her at all. I drag her to my room, asking her to wait while I get water for her. She did not respond, just looked at me blankly, tears pooling in her eyes again.
I go to the kitchen and fill up a glass of water for her and head to the bedroom as fast as I can. She was lying there, curled up in a ball, hugging my pillow, sobbing, her shoulders shaking. I didn't know what caused this state but I knew there was no way I could comfort her. She has her nightmares but she usually just hides it from me, not wanting to worry me. I wanted to phone Yoongi hyung to tell him this but it was too late at night so I got into bed with her and scooped her up into my arms without her resisting. I knew that I would have to control myself from breaking down while doing so but I managed to get her to calm down and sleep, spooning her from behind.
She had woken up from her sleep before me and was staring at the ceiling, face as blank as a white sheet. Hearing my shuffling, she turned to look at me with a smile on her face, but I was quick to identify the smile as a fake. Returning a frown, I sat up cross legged on the bed facing her. She reciprocated the position. I take her hand in mine and ask her about yesterday night.
"Why were you crying yesterday, noona? You can tell me everything, you know that right?"
"Jimin....I.....it hurts.....heart break hurts....and there's nothing I can do to lessen it. Nothing you can do. It's just how it's supposed to be. You know, Yoongi asked me to be his girlfriend yesterday and I rejected him. I ran away from him. I cannot involve him with me. I'm just so messed up. He doesn't deserve me. He deserves better. If father finds out about me dating him, he will make sure to kill him. You know there is no limit to father's hatred towards me. I can't protect him too. He's already had enough violence being in the mafia. I can't. I just can't......." she pours out, voice shaky and hoarse, on the verge of tears but I know she won't cry. I pass her a glass of water before speaking further.
"I won't interfere in your matters but you have to understand where hyung is coming from. He knows how to protect himself. He can protect you too, you don't have to worry about him. Why don't you ever care about yourself? It's always me or hyung or someone else, but never you"
"Let's get ready for the day. I have to go buy groceries for the kitchen today and you have your shooting practice. Come on. Hurry" She immediately changed the topic, not wanting to talk about it anymore. I shake my head but get off the bed and head to my washroom whereas Noona makes way to her room.
"Always wanting the best for someone. Even if that doesn't include you. That's what true love is" – Anonymous.
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