( Warning!!!!!! : A lot (and I mean it) a lot of violence ahead so read at your own risk....probably a bit too much.....well.....it's already written and I'm not gonna change it :P)
Yoongi's point of view:
The air suddenly becomes too thick to breathe in. My lungs burn from the lack of oxygen and my breath hitches when I see the barrel pointing towards Erica. She still manages to surprise me. She is smiling, staring at me, eyes reflecting the stars shining above us. I can see my entire world as she gazes at me sat there with her hands tied behind her.
"N-no. No no no no no. Please no. You can't do this. No, please no" I can't seem to stop the words. I don't want to.
"Don't worry" she mouths at me. My vision suddenly blurs and my eyes burn. I am unable to swallow the lump in my throat. The first bang and a loud scream that she tries to muffle, clenching her teeth.
"NO!! No please. Don't do this to her!" my voice turning desperate. I can see her bleeding from her calf. Sung Jae turns to me, gun still pointing at Erica. It feels as if my heart has forgotten how to supply the blood to the rest of my organs. The tears rolling down my cheek, rattling the handcuffs, I would be looking pathetic, begging here like this but I can't seem to bring myself to care about it. I can't sit here and do nothing while he shoots at her. The person I've come to care so much about. I can't lose her too.
"Please don't. She's not who you are mad at. You can kill me instead of her. Please. You can hurt me as much as you want, torture me, j-just not her"
"Did you not listen to sir? He wants her out of his life, in mine but you don't seem to understand that. I gave you chances. Heck! I gave her two chances but she chose you and you chose her. If I can't get her then she belongs to no one" his voice raised, teeth clenched.
Leave her or I'll make sure she leaves you
"She is not a thing" I spit out through gritted teeth.
"Oh she soon will be. Pale, lifeless" I thrash in my binds, desperate.
"Please don't, please" I break down, hanging lifelessly from the handcuffs around my arms, my legs give up on my body, head hanging low in defeat. Facing the ground, I let my tears fall freely.
"I want you to look at what you brought down on her" Sung Jae shoots her again, this time on her stomach and I snap my gaze back up at the loud cry she emits. She is writhing on the ground, coughing out blood. He kicks her above the bullet wound only for her to let out a heart wrenching sound, the blood gushing out of her colours the field around her in red.
"No! No please" I'm wailing now. I don't want this to happen to her. I don't want to see it happening. I just want to open my eyes and find myself staring at her in the morning on the bed like I always do. I want this to be a nightmare, but it's not. It's real. He's shooting her for the third time, her shoulder. She is wailing too, writhing, her tears running down to the side of her face. But she smiles at me when I catch her eyes. Sung Jae bends down and hits her nose with the back of the gun, her head bouncing off the rock placed beneath her head to which she is propped up against.
"Please, just look at my face" she pleads, "it'll be over soon" her voice not more than a whisper, weak, trembling, blood dripping down her chin as she turns to face me. Her eyes are fluttering. Sung Jae walks over to me, seemingly done with Erica.
"I don't get what she saw in you" he stabs the knife he previously held in my thigh, looking satisfied with me doubling over in pain, with my scream. My eyes still looking straight at Erica. She is still smiling, grimacing when she tries to adjust her shoulder but smiling through her pain otherwise. He pulls his knife out of me rather roughly.
"Hands up! Put your weapon on the ground, hands behind your head, get down on your knees" a voice calls out from behind me. I sigh in relief, sending a prayer of gratitude for the help. Someone is freeing me, opening my cuffs. I don't spare a moment before I'm limping towards her, clutching my thigh, trying to ignore the pain through clenched teeth. I kneel down beside her, dusting the dirt off from her cheek.
"Don't go yet. Please. Help's here. We'll be fine. Please" she holds onto my hand that's caressing her cheek. I pull her into my lap, holding her close to me. It feels like the entire world has frozen, it's only us; no one else.
"Move on from me. It's fine. I'll watch over you from up there"
"No no don't say that. Don't"
"I'm sorry"
"NO no no don't go. Don't close your eyes please" the gleam from her eyes dims out, fluttering shut.
"I'm sleepy and it hurts" she whines, whimpering at the end.
"No you can sleep later. I need you to be with me right now. Please. Won't you help me out? I d-don't know which pair of socks to wear tomorrow. I need you" I gasp out, my tears falling on her hand.
"The black ones. J-just let me go to sleep" she rasps out, her voice feathery light, words slurring.
"No please stay" I whisper, pulling her even close than she was before. I can feel her grow colder against me, she is shivering.
"I love you, my goofball" she says before going completely limp in my arms, a small smile on her face, her hand falling from mine. I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her scent, bawling my eyes out. I didn't want this. Why does it always have to be me?
I feel hands tugging me away from her, my eyes snapping open, vision blurry. I thrash around, not wanting to let go of her. I didn't even get to tell her how much I love her.
"No no no no no. I can't leave her. Why are you taking me away from her? Let go of me"
"Hyung, please calm down. The paramedics are taking her to the hospital. We have to get you wrapped up, your wound is bleeding pretty badly. Please cooperate with me, hyung stop" I know that voice. It's Jimin. I break down further, letting him drag me away, my hands bloody. Her blood staining them red.
"I'm so sorry. I couldn't save her. Please I'm sorry. I didn't want this"
"It's okay hyung. It's not your fault. She is fine. She will come back to us. She will be fine"
"No no Jimin, she bled out in my arms. I-i couldn't do anything about it. S-she she-" a pinch near my neck, darkness surrounds me as I lose consciousness near the ambulance.
"It's okay, hyung" drifting, I was floating.
"I believe the hardest part of healing after you've lost someone you love, is to recover the 'you' that went away with them" – Anonymous.
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