Bang! Bang bang!

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I whip my head up. My hands beginning to shake. For heaven's sake, not now. I beg, not wanting to have a fucking panic attack when my life is literally on the line.

Yes, I'm not afraid of death but I will try my hardest to prevent it.

Thudding boots are heard as I cover my mouth stopping my breath.

Silence.

Deadly silence.

The calm before the storm. I just know it. My heartbeat increases as my imagination goes wild. Will I die or not. Because If so, get it over with, please.

Jk.

Hands grab at my arms as I struggle to see the person in front of me. Its smell seems awfully familiar as I try to push and shove my way out. I want to scream but before I could do so the hands warp against my mouth, preventing any sort of sound to emit.

"Shhhh it's me," his front against my back as his deep voice whispers in my ear.

Shockingly I turn my head and he lets go of me. Standing there baffled by his presence.

This little shit followed me. I immediately think. "What the fuck are you doing here," I question.

"Saving your ass, again I see," he points back.

I glance around and see the unmoving body. My hands tremble. Fuck please no, not again! I hide them in my pockets as he approaches the last man who can barely walk.

He glares at me and tries to tackle me but before his wobbly zombie-like legs could come so far another bang! Reaches my ears.

I cover them as flashbacks occur. Of places so deep in my mind, I thought to have buried years ago. The mist and the police lights whizzing past me. The screams and bloodshed.

The loss and betrayal.

The new and profound.

I squeeze my eyes shut. Covering my ears trying to calm my breath. I tumble to the floor, knees first. I silently scream as my mind goes ballistic.

Who knew a gun could do so much. But not even that, the ominous presence of Jeongukk coming into my mundane life. The new adventures of dark with light.

I find warm hands against my arms pulling them from my ears. My eyes blurry from tears begging to fall, but I'm too stubborn to permit them. He just stares at me.

I soon regain some sort of consciousness and stand up. He keeps staring making me want to slap him but I turn away and try to get to my apartment.

Unfortunately, he doesn't allow me as he pulls me back. " You can't walk away from that," he says gripping my wrist and deadly bloodshot eyes.

"W-what do you mean," I stutter, just longing to escape into the slight warmth of my hard bed.

"Your a witness angel, who knows what you'll do," he smirks knowingly.

"I won't tell anyone, police suck," I honestly reply. I don't hate them, I dislike them. Hate coming quite close actually.

Silence

Fuck I hate silence.

His breathing fans my face as little red droplets are distributed across his glowing and sharp facial features. He's mesmerizing as fuck but I need to getaway.

I knew this was a bad idea. I knew getting involved with him would cause problems. Why do I never listen to my damn gut?

"Do they," he smirks, not letting go of my wrist but tightens it. "I don't trust you,"

"Well, that makes both of us dickface Jr," I smirk back.

I pull my arm from his grip and make a b line for my apartment. It's not too far now, I grip the door handle and wack it open, sprinting up the stairs and running towards my door. I shove my key into the hole and barge my way through. Immediately locking my door after. I run towards my windows and fully secure them ensuring I put the curtains on obscuring any light or bystanders from looking in.

I slightly pull a bit of the curtain to see a tall hooded man, who I believe is Jeongukk standing outside the main doors looking defeated. His chest moves up and down rapidly showing me that he did chase after me.

I take deep breaths and slouch onto the floor. I can't afford sofas nor a television. I barely have a working bed and microwave. My living room is empty and dark. Dust particles flying randomly, chasing after one another reminding me of the mysterious being outside.

What have I done?

I promised myself I wouldn't do this shit anymore.

I guess habits are hard to get rid of.

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