TWISTED 2| Sequel| MYG| 18+

13.

It was getting darker outside. How many hours has it been? Three? Or four?

I don't know, I stayed like this, contemplating if I should hate Suga or not? If I should be grateful that he is alive or not? If I should try to run away from him again or not? If I should give us another chance or not? If I should work on getting his forgiveness or not?

Will he ever forgive me? Will it be okay to get stuck with him again? I guess, if destiny brought me back from America to Seoul and made me meet him again, then that's the sign. I should work on it. I should give us another chance. Even if we don't work, Minjoon will get a father. And I guess that's worth a million tries.

Minjoon... 

I need to meet him, he must be looking for me. I moved my arms only to find out that they have been tied at my back for hours, tightly, blocking the blood circulation. I could barely feel them by now. 

What if I wouldn't be able to feel them after a while? I have seen that in movies, hands becoming stiff and almost useless. I need to cut the rope before it becomes painful to move them even an inch. I tried standing up but even my legs hurt. I looked at my ankle and I swear, a wave of terror rushed through my body. It was turning blue and the swelling looked like it would combust any moment. Not to forget the cuts from my blind attack on cockroaches.

I can't stop here. I need to help myself and find some kind of aid. I tried standing up again by the support of the tub and the moment I rose myself halfway, my world moved. I sat back down abruptly, leaning back to the tub. 

What was that??

Maybe I'm dehydrated. Thank God, at least I have water near me. I looked at the tub and the thought of me drinking that water left my mind. It had a hint of blood from when Suga ducked my wounded head in the water. Now that I remember it, I started feeling stinging pain at my temple. 

Wow, the human body is such a unique piece. Seriously, you are super duper fine till you are oblivion of any hurt or danger, you don't notice the pain or the bad things happening around you. Just like how I never saw anyone getting dragged from the streets before I knew about BTS. And how I didn't hear the cockroaches in the jar till Suga pointed. And now the blood and pain.

Anyways, the tub was also dirty which means the water is not drinkable. I will wait till someone enters, if that doesn't happen till morning then I will probably think of drinking it.

I dragged myself towards the shelf and turned my back towards the carton and tried opening it. It was hard with my tied and numb hands, still, I managed to open it, somehow. I turned around in the hope of finding something sharp. To my dismay, it was filled with papers. I turned towards another carton and this one had an old wooden showpiece in it. I opened almost all of the cartons in my reach but found nothing sharp.

Frustrated, I kicked the carton and tried standing up again, to check the boxes at the top. I clutched tightly, the rack to maintain the balance as I was getting dizzy. The boxes were a bit higher and my hands couldn't reach them, so I started hitting one with the side of my head as my temple was already wounded. But it barely moved and I started crying out of helplessness. 

I need to try harder.

I started hitting rapidly causing my head to throb harder. I kept going until it was out of my reach. I reached the back of the shelf and placed my head at the end of the box that was sticking out. I pulled my head up and stepped back, causing the box to fall in front of me. I inspected the box only to find nothing sharp in it, as well. I started sobbing hard. 

Why the fuck am I crying? 

Because nothing is going right, I guess. Still, I will have to keep going. I sat back down with my back on the shelf. I started rubbing the rope on the edge of the shelf in the attempts of cutting it somehow. But I never felt it loosen even a bit. My arms were hurting like hell. I stopped and started breathing heavily. I need to stay calm, maybe someone would enter if I wait a bit.