ＴＨＥＭ [Jenminkook].

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   Eyes wide open, staring at the floor, her heart pounding hastily, holding her shaking hand to her mouth swallowing any unwanted voices.

   Glass, broken shiny pieces of glass all over the floor, she stepped forward dropping her hand to her side, crushing the crystal material under her shoes, causing piercing crackling sounds to echo between the walls of the bar, most of the cups she uses to serve alcohol are broken, "they found me" she thought outloud, she maybe escaped but the feeling of being watched, just waiting for the day they're going to take you back again to a prison they call home, made her anxious, stiff, cautious, every move she makes requires a lot of thinking, "they are going to take me back....i can't stay here....they found me....i am going back....they found me, they found me, they found me...." She started murmuring over and over again, panicking, embracing herself in a tight hug, hoping it's just a dream, she thought of the worst case scenario which lead her to a panic attack, tears started gathering in the corner of her eyes, threatening to fall, her lips started quivering, "what if it's them?
i can't stay here anymore" she thought worriedly, her lungs started screaming for air, giving uneven breaths, her eyes windened, her small hands reached out to her neck desperately, tears blurred her vision.

   All of a sudden, she dropped on her bottom, a calm aura surrounded her, air Filled her lungs painfully causing her to caugh.

   She took a wihle taking in her messy state.

   she wiped her tears with a shaking hand, allowing her to stare at the empty shelves, gulping down heavily clearing her throat, "what just happened?" She questioned while sniffing, regaining her balance and slowly standing up, she checked her surroundings, but rather than panicking again she tried to keep her breathe even, she stepped forward heading to the bar with slow heavy steps, avoiding the peices of glass, reaching out fir the small wood door on the left and opened it stepping to the other side of the bar.
  
    she kept on questioning this whole mess "if they found me why didn't they take me already?" she spoke out loud in uneven breath, sitting in her chair, analyzing the chattered glass, but she found her self staring at five particular cups, placed on the counter horizontally, put in an even distance between each cup, but the way she kept her piercing eyes at them isn't because of the glasses themselves, but because of their state, they're Untouched, making it clear that something intentionally made them look obvious, "someone made them look obvious" The thought sent chills to her core waking her up from her spaced out state, she isn't ignorant nor dumb, the fact that those five cups are fine, unbroken but put in a way you can't miss them, is suspicious even more strange, literally all the remaining cups are broken, that lead her to take in the state of the broken pieces too, they are crushed, the force that made them look similar to cullet "isn't human" the words made her heart skip a beat, not in a good way rather terrified, confused,
"Why the cups?".

   Suddenly she remembered something made her pale, widening her eyes, she stood up in a hurry, almost falling in the process tripping over the chair, with wobbly legs she finally reached it, opened it shakily wishing for the best, relief washed over her when she saw the untouched money in the box under the counter, "nothing is missing" she whispered confused, the money proving her theory, who would crash into a bar break almost all the cups and robbing nothing, not even the money, "the bell" she remembered, but it doesn't make sense, it's not logical considering the bell is the reason someone came here, but the absence of it doesn't erase the fact that it's odd , what is another reason they could break in for? she crouched in deep thought.

   " ME "

   Her own conclusion took her off guard, made her alarmed,  "someone came for me" she murmured fearly, she kept on pondering trying to remember some detail she missed, causing a headache, she isn't really sure why she feels like collapsing but she can one hundred percent guess it's because of lack of food in her system, and of course the panic attack she just had, "wow" she stated, really WOW in less than an hour every single moment she tried to avoid, just happened to be in the same day she decided to get out, that doesn't seem right, "they knew i went out" she assumed, the chance of people watching, stalking her is small but never none.

   Throbbing headache drifted her from her thoughts making remember the forgotten food she bought, she stood up from under the counter taking the red iron box with her heading towards the plastic bag carefully opening the small wooden door, stepping out slowly in the glass she is definitely not going to clean now, she isn't in a state that would allow her to do that, both mentally and physically, she grabbed the not too long bought food carefully, and climbed upstairs in slow steps still fighting the pain just so she can analyze the previous events more deeply, but that caused her to trip several times in the process so she just let it go, "it's not the time" she consoled herself giving a small pat on her shoulder, she doesn't have anyone but Herself she needs to take care of her body, so if she has to stop thinking of the strangest break in she ever saw and five specific cups that led her to a panic attack, she will, she doesn't have a choice anyway,
Life is not fair.

   Jennie opened the rooms door, putting the box on the bed, walking directly to the microwave, heating the ramyeon, opening the kimchi small container and putting it on the old woody table, she kept the beef for later, now when she thinks about it she wonders "how the hell would i cook that", it's crazy how after all that mess downstairs she is thinking of a way to cook beef, but obviously she can't even declare it to the police, they will surely ask her about her identity card or some shit, or most likely won't believe her assuming she's some psycho with IED, or would just arrest her because of damaging someones else property, there is literally no proof she works there afterall, that makes her wonder "where is mrs kim?".

    the annoying peeping sound of the microwave alarmed her, making her sigh, she took the hot ramyeon out putting it on the tabel, sitting down looking at her meal, maybe it's crazy but the kimchi made it look more like a meal even though she's been eating ramyeon for a month now, jennie took a more sized bite then she usually does testing her eating ability, the sour-sweet taste of kimchi filled her taste buds, opening her appetite more, she would swallow the food in an instant if she had the choice, she's starving.

    After getting some food in her system, Jennie threw the empty cup in the trash, she stocked the kimchi in the small sized crusty refrigerator then changed her clothes to her usual shirt and shorts, she lazily layed back on her bed, moving the box on the floor, and did the usual, gazing at the night sky, at the pure light the moon is beautifully offering, makes her unstoppable thinking wheels to finally pause and force her head to be at ease, weird things are happening everyday, stange things takes her off  guard everyday, honestly she's been off guard since she was nine, the silly idea made her chuckle, and let me tell you, That took her off guard too, she can't remember the last time she chuckled or giggled even more laughed, "that's pretty sad" she deadpanned, she turned to her side facing the window hoping she would sleep in peace without any nightmares but who is she fooling,
of course she will have them but it doesn't hurt to hope, the only thing keeping her alive.

    the moonlight shined on her small body, taking her to dreamland aka: "worst memories of her life".(and that's on dark humor hh..).

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   Hello again, i hope u liked this and COMMENT COMMENT COMMENT plz juseyo hh, i don't really wanna force u but it will mean a lot to me :'( , i will begin to try and upload rapidly, and for some words ( I didn't even know) :

Cullet: recycled broken or waste glass used in glass-making.

IED: Intermittent explosive disorder (sometimes abbreviated as IED) is a behavioral disorder characterized by explosive outbursts of anger and/or violence, often to the point of rage, that are disproportionate to the situation at hand.

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