i woke up on the cold floor, small but blunt knife next to me.
i inspect it, looking for any other flaws.
it appears to be a bit broken, but sturdy in some parts.
i look around, but all i see is darkness. a light flickering in the distance.
i stand up, nothing binding me. thankfully.
how did i get here? i think back to where i was last.
club.. Dejun.. convenience store.. Dejun.. convenience store.. Dejun.. yelling?
yelling?
he drags me by my wrist refusing to let go leading me to the store.
from there its dark.
i hear arguing, i see tears, my tears but..
i hear footsteps coming near me, i take the small knife into my hand for defense, the figure coming towards me very slowly.
they take their time, taunting me with a blade in their hand.
"five.."
they start, the voice familiar.
"four.."
Dejun?
"three.."
he runs the blade on the wall, the sound making me cover my ears in pain.
"two.."
my heart pounced out my chest, pounding in my ear as he draws closer to my trembling body.
"you said you loved me." spoke the darkness, a hint of sadness in his voice.
"you said you loved me.. then why were you constantly running away from me?"
"that's a great question. and it's because i knew something like this would happen."
he points the blade to the far bottom of my chin, raising my head with just the tip.
"i said i wouldn't hurt you."
"you threatened me."
"all because i wanted to give you the world."
"and i've said multiple times that i didn't want the world. i wanted you."
he scoffs, throwing his arm down in disbelief.
"then what about now, y/n? do you still want me? a killer? someone that works under a dangerous man that would kill the both of us if i didn't fulfill his requests?"
he comes closer, his lips grazing mine.
"do i?" i asked under my breath.
do i?
i pulled him in so that his lips fell onto mine, stabbing him right in the gut.
he yells, bending over in pain as i gain strength to run.
thank goodness i could see at least just a bit of light. i ran towards it, the wind forcing me back but i knew i couldn't stop now. he was after me and i didn't know where to run.
in that moment i was lost. not only in this world but within myself. after this, who would i be? a survivor? a bystander? i didn't know what to do. the tears in my eyes fell down my rosy cheeks as i thought.
what will i do? where will i go? who will help me?
nothing. nowhere. but someone..
i go into an alley way, hiding behind the dirty dumpster to catch my breath, taking out my phone to call the person i trusted far more than Dejun.
"Yangyang— i need help."
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