TWISTED 2| Sequel| MYG| 18+

06.

I woke up when my lungs felt like they were set on fire. My eyes flickered open only to see nothing. My vision blurred by the set of tears covering my eyeballs. I tried acknowledging my surroundings. But it was so hard to move. My body felt like it has been in this position for so long, all of my muscles tensed and my joints jammed. I closed my eyes as trying too hard to see was only adding to my panic state. My world was dark and all I felt was wetness around me.

I was in the water.

And it was going inside my ears. Panic started clouding my mind. I felt like I was sinking further down the water. Feeling out of breath, I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. But instant regret hit me when the water passed down the wrong pipe and into my lungs. The water falling directly on my head was making it impossible to breathe or open my eyes without pain. Where the hell am I? Some kind of huge pool or waterfall? The sound of water falling on the water was so loud that it was worsening the situation by ten folds. I opened my eyes, stinging pain shot through my pupils and my heart sank when I realized I was completely under the water.

My swollen hands tried to hold onto something and get up. My legs started flinging. I was sure, my state resembled a fish outside the water. The only difference was, I was a human inside the water. My vision was still unclear like I was looking through a fish-eye lens. The sound of my hands hitting against water was adding spices to my horror. My heart felt like it would break through my ribs and jump out of my chest. Fear of death engulfed me. What will happen to Minjoon if I die? Who would take care of him? What if Suga would take him? Suga will surely take him. Suga will make him like himself. Minjoon will be exposed to all kinds of danger if he is owned by Suga. No! I can't let this happen. I need to survive.

I need to survive for Minjoon!

I forced my legs down to measure the depth and I was surprised when my feet hit the bottom in a second. I placed them down and pushed my body upwards. My head was out of the water in a matter of seconds. I coughed hard a few times before I started getting the oxygen back. I pushed my head forward until it was out of the water falling on my head. My vision became clearer and clearer every passing second but the surroundings were so dark to see anything clearly. I focused hard and started getting outlines of the contents of this room. It looked like I was in some kind of... washroom?

Not any kind of washroom but my own washroom.

What the hell?

I was in the tub and all this time I believed I was in some kind of huge pool. Maybe it was panic that made me believe that or maybe because I'm afraid of drowning.

Now that I know that I was in my tub, it was a whole lot better and I found myself processing things faster. I turned around to figure out that the 'waterfall' was actually the shower. My hands made their way to the knob and turned it off. I sat there taking a few more deep breaths to calm my thudding heart down.

I stood on my wobbly legs and dragged myself out of the tub towards the door. In search of the door, my hands hit against the switches near the door turning the lights on. I looked down to see faded footsteps covered in blood. The water was overflowing from the tub and spreading all around the washroom floor, resulting in the dried bloodstains to seep through. My eyes trailed the line of blood and fell on the wall around the tub I was in. Small and big hands covered with dried blood were printed all over the wall. The fingers felt like they were trying to hold a grip upon the wall but were forcefully dragged. A scream dipped in terror escaped my already burning throat on the sight in front of me.

Why are some of the prints small?

Minjoon.

I turned the doorknob and dashed out in search of him. I didn't care about my appearance, I didn't care if he saw me in this pathetic state. I just need to see him, alive. My room was empty so I turned towards the common room. "Minjoon!" My dried throat tried to make some voices in a failed attempt of getting the attention of my baby. My heart started swelling when I found no traces of him even in the kitchen. I ran towards the big room filled with his toys in hopes of finding him there like the last time but he was not even there. I crumbled to the floor when things started hitting me.