Oneshot Stories

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓵𝓾𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮

TW: Angst, mention of drug abuse

————•><><•————

Months has passed by after we were kidnapped and taken in this cruel place. Saeran has been lashing out more recently due to the drug they've been injecting into him. I tried to stop him from intaking it by flushing the pills into the toilet or by injecting the drug to me instead but I was caught red handed by him and it didn't end pretty well.

I once tried injecting the drug on a pillow when the other believers went by in his room for him to take his medicine. I successfully injected it without getting caught but what the drug did to the pillow sickens me. It turned the pillow black, slowly deteriorating it and followed by a foul burning odor coming from the pillow.

Seriously what is in that drug for it to do this to a pillow?!

Whoever that "saviour" lady is, Rika was I think her name was? Is an insane person for her to make not only Saeran to take it but also the other believers here in this place to take their medicine so called the elixir to have eternal paradise.

She's manipulating everyone and if she finds out that you're not taking the medicine. She'll force you to take it.

I hope me and him will one day escape this place together and be finally be free from her grasp.

I stared at the ceiling of the dimly lit room for goodness knows how long now — the monitors' light the only source of light in the room after sunset took over hours ago. I was starting to feel nervous while I sat slumped back on the chair, anxiously staring at the clock.

It's been how many hours since he left. Where is he?

Not taking this nerve-racking silence anymore, I stood up from the chair I once sat, a creaking sound coming from the chair by my sudden movement before I started heading towards the door of our shared room and walk on the eerily peaceful hallway.

This place was enormous, which was filled with plenty of rooms. If this place weren't a cult, it would have been mistaken a palace from the building's structural design.

I walked on the hallway, my hand grazing on the wall, tracing the details of the wallpaper as a deadpanned expression was plastered on my face — my heart aching thinking about the painful turn of events that happened this evening.

Why are you worrying about him so much when he doesn't care about you at all? Aren't it you're just his "assistant"? You are nothing to him! He's brainwashed! He's gone! Why hope for him to come back or even remember?

I crossed my arms, my hands gripping my arms tightly as I rub my arms ever so slightly trying to hold back the tears that were forming from my eyes.

Jeez, do you think crying will solve everything? How pathetic! Why can you be so weak! You're just his assistant and toy, nothing more! Get that through your thick skull! Why would you think anyone would care and love someone as worthless, as weak and as pathetic as you!

I sadly gave a sigh, trying my best to silence these voices in my head, as I neared the cult's garden entrance.

Maybe taking a walk in the garden can take my mind off things..

I entered the garden as I was greeted by the freshly soft cold breeze of the evening and the scent of fresh flowers. The garden looked so magnificent even at this hour. The people who tends this garden never fails to make it look so lively and beautiful.

I viewed around the different beautiful flowers planted as I gaze at the starry night sky. Doing so made me remember a memory that made my heart sunk again.