Vanished - jjk ff. [ᴏɴ-ɢᴏɪɴɢ]

Chapter 8

Your POV

"Do you have spare clothes with you?" Jungkook asked and I shook my head.

He was fidgeting his phone then put it up against his ears. Probably calling one of the boys to say I'm with him and to ask them to get us some spare clothes.

"Hey hyung, yeah she's with me," he said with his low voice then the memories of what happened earlier started to playback on my mind.

Flashback

After they left, my hands were shaking as I took out some pages of the printed screenshots they gave me. Everytime I read and turn a page, my heart hurts. Each line, a tear would escape in my eyes. They were my friends. At least I thought they were.

I can't bear to read it anymore. It was too much. They were too much. I couldn't breathe properly. I tried to breathe but it was like someone was choking me to stop me from breathing. My chest feels so heavy. I feel numb.

I sat on the grass, tried to breathe again but I couldn't. I clenched my fists hard. My nails were leaving marks on my palm but I felt nothing. No pain, just numb.

I'm now crying so hard. Wanting to scream but it felt like I have no voice. I'm so frustrated. I want to scream "help me!" "save me!" but I couldn't. All I can do is cry and feel the pain inside my heart. All I hear was the sound of rain and thunder mixed with their voices telling me those words they said on that conversation.

It felt so real, it was like they were really in front of me telling those hurtful and harsh words. Before their voices made me calm but now, their voices to me were just plain demonic.

It was a nightmare, hearing their voices in my head like a broken record.

"You're a bitch!" "Slut!" "Whore" "Useless!" "Worthless piece of shit!" "Attention seeker" "Over-acting bitch!" "She loves getting attention from boys" "What a dumb bitch" "Taehyung doesn't even want to be her best friend" "She just sucks his dick whenever he tells her to" "I heard Jimin has a girlfriend but still hangs around with their slut friend" "I hate her, she's so trying hard."

I was just still holding onto the plastic envelope. I'm numbed out, sobbing, shaking and shivering from the cold rain.

I heard someone shouting something from afar, I wanted to turn around scream for help but I couldn't.

I can only hear a muffled voice shouting my name, but I didn't budge to move. It's not that I didn't want to; I just can't.

I felt something warm on my shoulder then I heard a deep voice call me again, this time it was much closer.

He made me face him and shooked me lightly. I was still numbed out, I couldn't look straight at him. Tears were just streaming down my face.

"Y/N, hey it's me -," he said and I cried even more.

I can hear him but not clearly. I only heard him saying "It's me" but the next thing he said was unclear. My mind was once again flooded by their voices.