(Completed) Mr. Kim

36 Thirty-six

The woman underneath me laid motionless, lifelessness in her eyes.
A beer bottle in my hand, my eyes watered.

No....

I turned, finding some angry boy standing by the doorway.
"Why!!!?!" They screamed, their eyes full of anger.

I couldn't answer, knowing it would be of no use. I ignore their screams, and I look down.
I caress her face.

It's soft and delicate, sweet brown eyes staring back up at me, full pale lips parted open, blood spilling out.......

Just like my mother........
The boy behind me turned me around, punching me square in the jaw.
My vision became hazy as I dropped the weapon, it crashed to the floor, bits and pieces flying everywhere.

I couldn't do anything, only watching as the man screamed angrily at me.
What, what am I doing?
What have I done??

J..........

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My vision was back, and I was thankful.
Outside on my old swing set, my head was low.
Taehyung swung beside me, a bright smile on his face as he talked about his cousin, Jimin.

That little fucker.
I absolutely hate that piece of shit.
So fucking bad my hatred for him goes, I could just-

"Jungkook?"
I look up.
Taehyung was watching me, a puzzled expression on his face.
"Were you even paying attention?"

Oh no, I was just thinking about how fucking great it would be if I just-
"Not really. Kinda got lost in my thoughts."

Fucking sure.

"Oh? Well, no need for me to repeat it. It was honestly boring information, I don't blame you for losing interest."

I nod, my eyes falling back down onto the grass below me.
It would look so good covered-

"So, I love the fact that your grandmother lives here on her own without help."
My eyes immediately lock onto his.

I narrow my gaze.
"Are you fucking with me? Since it seems like you phrased that into a statement since I told you not to ask any questions."

He only chuckled.
"I am a teacher."

"An English teacher to be exact, who teaches other subjects also."

"Well I'm a smart teacher."

"A stupid teacher that is."

Taehyung laughed beside me, and I couldn't help but let my lips slightly curl upwards. Once I realized what I did, I quickly dropped it, wearing a frown.

What the fuck is becoming of me?
"I'll go inside. You coming with me?"
I shook me head no.
"I-I'm good. Look, if grandma asks where I am, tell her I went to the shed."

"Alright, I'll see you at dinner."
I nod, a strange but familiar feeling in my chest.
After the door shuts behind Taehyung, I stand up.

I walk towards the house.
Once a few feet in front of it I make a sharp left, the side of the house invading the right side of my peripheral vision.

I walk around the flower bed, approaching the backyard.
The old wooden shed stood tall, the wood rusty and old, almost ready to break.

I walked up to it, noticing it smelled weird.
My nose turned upwards, hating the stench.
I opened the door, walking inside.

I hit the light switch, and a display of toys was in my field of vision.
I smiled.

I picked up the knife, the one I used the most here, and examined it.
I deemed it clean enough, and held it above my skin.

I felt the burn, the burn of flesh being ripped.

Blood, blood, blood, so MUCH BLOOD!!

I need more, so much more, so much-

"Jungkook?"
I turn.
"Yes grandma?"
"Taehyung told me you were here. Sorry to interrupt, but I need some help with the weeds. Would you?"

I nod, setting the clean knife down. The napkin that I used to clean the used knife no stuffed into my jeans pocket, a small and barley visible hole being left behind to show the evidence.

I closed the shed door, leaving the shiny knife behind set at an odd angle.

Maybe I'll use it again.

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Lynn~~