PRISONERS (6/?)
Title: Prisoners (6/?)
Author: qrn
Pairing: OT6
Rating: M (Mature), for sexual & violent themes
Summary: Each of them has their own problems that may just be too hard to cure.
Author's Notes: Finally this chapter's finished! Sooo sorry for the late update guys, Kikwang's POV is pretty hard to write (in terms of the sequence of the events). I think this chapter will help you guys understand more about his condition~ On the brighter side, the therapy has started! I hope you guys don't kill me over the overly depressing & disturbing content >.< Feedbacks & comments are welcome, as always ^^ Enjoy!
6. KIKWANG
"I can't believe you told the teacher about us cheating," Hongki said in disbelief. It was after school, and they cornered me near the restroom.
I shook my head in fear. "I--I'm sorry! Mrs. Baek insisted that if I didn't tell her, then she would fail my assignment!"
Jonghyun pushed me against the wall. "So you only care about yourself, is that it? I thought we were friends!"
I bit my lip. "N-No, I--"
Hongki inched closer, his eyes looking at me threateningly. "You didn't care about the fact the three of us would get suspended! All you cared about was your stupid assignment!"
"And you told her about us smoking, too," Jonghoon added coldly. He was standing behind Hongki and Jonghyun, looking crossed.
"No, it wasn't me!" I cried. I really wanted them to believe that I didn't tell anyone about them smoking, but I knew it was no use trying to convince them. "You got it all wrong!"
"I can't believe this," Jonghyun threw his hands in exasperation. Suddenly, he yanked my arm and pulled me inside the restroom.
"No!" I struggled, but Jonghoon and Hongki were behind me, preventing me from running away.
"We need to teach you a lesson," Hongki said, pushing me into one of the cubicles. He grabbed me by the hair and shoved my head down the toilet bowl.
I didn't want to be alone.
So I held on to Hyunseung's arm, and we both entered the door.
This supposed 'experiment' room wasn't as big as I imagined it to be--it was a normal size. There were approximately three rows of chairs, and a large projection screen at the front. I looked at everyone's faces--a mix of astonishment and nervousness. A man with glasses (I remembered him from the first day) greeted us. Behind him were several other people--men and women--all wearing white labcoats. For some reason, I didn't feel really good entering this room.
"Hyunseung," I whispered anxiously, tugging his sleeve. He held a finger on his lips, signaling me to be quiet.
"You're all here." The familiar-looking man was grinning ear-to-ear. It was creepy. "Please, take a seat," he said, motioning towards the set of chairs. "Any seat."
Doojoon was the first to do so, albeit appearing hesitant, followed by Yoseob, who was holding onto his hand. Dongwoon tagged after them. Junhyung had a scorn expression on his face, taking a seat in the back. I glanced at Hyunseung, and he led me to the middle row, just behind Doojoon and the others.
"I trust that all of you know what this is about," the man said.
"We're going to die, aren't we?" Junhyung called out. He placed his feet on the chairs in front of him, leaning back on his seat.
The man simply laughed. It was even creepier. "What makes you think so?"
"Quit the bullshit," Junhyung scowled. "You're going to kill us all."
"Come on now, let's not be so hasty." The man eyed him with a somewhat cocky expression on his face. "Please excuse my rudeness for not introducing myself. I'm Yoo Jungbin, the head counsellor."
"What is this experiment about?" Doojoon asked sternly. "What do you want from us?"
Mr. Yoo raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Experiment is too harsh of a word, and we prefer the term therapy," he said in a patronizing tone. "Well, I trust you all have what you'd call personal demons."
Demons?
"Each of you is struggling to battle the darkness within yourself, and you've yet to conquer. The main reason why your parents sent you here is because they all want you safe and back to normal."
"I'm normal," Yoseob protested.
"Most patients think so about themselves," Mr. Yoo smirked, as if mocking him. "That's called self-denial."
I tightened my grip on Hyunseung's thin arm.
"Don't worry, this session will be brief." Mr. Yoo snapped his fingers, and the other men turned on the projector. "Next week, the second step of the therapy process will take place. Also, starting from tomorrow, there will be individual counselling. "
Counseling?
"But that's not what it says on the timetable," Doojoon argued.
"Let's just say that we had a change of plans," Mr. Yoo said casually. "Shall we get started, then?" The light was turned off. I cringed in surprise, and Hyunseung pulled me closer.
The screen was white and blank--until all of a sudden a six-year old boy appeared, a bright smile on his face. He was running happily in the backyard full of flowers, chasing butterflies. As he was about to catch one, his parents came out of the house and called him (it was a silent movie, so there was no sound). He did as he was told, and followed them into the house. It seemed like lunch time, because the family of four were sitting together at the dining table. They looked very content, enjoying their food while dwelling in a lively conversation. The girl (the boy's older sister, I assumed her to be) was shown to be very fond of the chubby boy, stroking his hair and face affectionately. The father and mother smiled as the boy hugged her back. A perfect family--it was almost too pleasant to watch.
"What the fuck..." I heard Junhyung mutter. At the same time, I noticed Yoseob looking away from the screen.
The scene changed, and this time it looked like it was recorded with a handheld camera (judging from the shaky movements). The shot focused on a different girl than the previous scene. She had her back towards the photographer, and slowly turned around. The camera zoomed in on her laughing face, keeping the angle just below her eyes (we could only see her nose and mouth). She walked, closing in, her hands outstretched. The camera slowly moved down to her summer dress and feet, and stayed still for a few seconds.
Dongwoon shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
The screen went black, and the next footage switched back to normal shot frame. It showed a long dining table full of mouthwatering food and snacks, and people were seen eating them like gluttons. I thought that it was the strangest scene so far, since the camera kept zooming in on the food and the chewing mouths (I was glad that there was no audio). It lasted for about three minutes.
I felt Hyunseung's hand flinching slightly.
In the next shot, a male teenager in uniform was seen walking home from school, carrying a soccer ball in one hand. As he strolled past the park, he stopped for a while (as if thinking about something), and made a swift turn. He approached a little kid who was playing in the sandbox. The kid lifted his head up and grinned widely, and the two played a little game of soccer. They looked very cheerful, and the screen faded.
Suddenly the camera cut to a hospital scene. A young woman (about 21-23 years old) was holding a patient's hand tightly. The patient (who was a man, around the same age as her) was depicted to be seriously ill, with his sunken cheekbones and awfully thin body frame. His bony arm was covered by reddish brown spots (like a rash). He coughed a lot as the woman was talking to him, and could only smile weakly in response. A few moments later, the patient's hands stopped moving.
A loud crash was heard from the back row. We all turned around and saw Junhyung standing up, the chair in front of him turned over on its side. Without a word, he barged out of the room and slammed the door. The people in labcoats were about to run after him when Mr. Yoo made a halting gesture with his hand. "Let him be," he said. We exchanged concerned looks as he resumed the movie.
A close-up of a frog appeared on the screen, lying still on its back (I figured it was dead), and suddenly a small dissecting knife came into view (I held my breath at this point). The first incision was made horizontally across the throat, slicing just through the top layer of the skin. The knife continued to make various cuts down the belly (I heard the others mumbling "ew", "gross", etc). Fortunately, before the camera could zoom in on the bleeding organs any longer, the screen faded to black.
"And we just ate," Doojoon said quietly, holding a hand to his mouth.
The next shot showed a little girl being scolded by an adult woman (who seemed to be her mother). The woman slapped her, and continued shouting. The girl wiped her tears as her mother grabbed her hand firmly and dragged her into the bedroom. The woman mouthed some inaudible words, and pulled her in front of the closet.
No.
The girl shook her head violently as her mother struggled to push her inside.
Don't.
She cried harder, trying hard to pull free. But she was far too weak.
Somebody, help her!
The woman managed to push her in, and locked the closet.
I screamed. Then everything went black.
---
It was lunchtime.
I walked out of the crowded classroom, carrying my lunchbox with me. I made my way past the students in the corridor, avoiding their gazes and ignoring their words. Keeping my head down the entire time, I managed to arrive at the sports field. It was a nice, sunny day, and a number of students were out playing soccer. I sat under the pine tree, which was my usual spot. I opened my lunchbox.
"Oh," I mumbled to myself in disappointment. It was always the same menu: kimbap rolls, dried squid, and meat. And an apple. I wasn't really expecting much, but I wished that Mom would pack me something different for lunch for once. I took out my chopsticks and began to eat.
"Hyung!"
I looked up, and saw Jinwoon running from the distance. He seemed upset, and I didn't know why.
"What's wrong?" I asked, feeling uneasy.
"They're at it again!"
I stood up in alarm. I grabbed my things and ran back towards the school building.
When I reached the classroom, I saw that my bag was no longer under my desk. They were standing next to it, looking at me expectantly. People--including Jinwoon, who was only a junior--could only watch from afar, as if they were too afraid to say or do something.
"Kikwang-ah," Jonghyun said. "You still have the guts to come to school?" He had his hands in his pocket, putting on the arrogant smirk that he always did everytime we talked.
"We thought you died," Hongki joined.
I didn't lift my head up. "Where's... my bag?" I gritted my teeth as I looked at my desk, which was scribbled with various names and rude words in permanent marker from last week.
"Well, it was too dirty, so..." Exchanging grins with them, Jonghoon said, "... we threw them into the bin." He pointed outside the classroom.
"Your books, too," Jonghyun added. "Rubbish only belong in the trash can."
I closed my eyes--it was going too far. I rushed outside, scourging through the trash can to find my belongings. I could hear them laughing, and I could also feel other people's pitiful gazes piercing through my back.
"He's actually rummaging through the bin!" Hongki cried.
"Are you serious?" Jonghoon chimed in.
"Ew, that's disgusting!" Jonghyun added with a mocking tone.
Nobody was there to help me.
I opened my eyes.
"You're finally awake." Hyunseung was sitting next to me, his face concerned.
I sat up straight slowly, rubbing my temple in pain.
"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly, holding my right hand.
I nodded. I looked around, and realized we were in a completely different room. It looked like a hospital ward, and I was the only patient there (the other beds were empty). I looked at the clock. It was already 6:20PM.
"You were unconscious for a while," he said. "Do you still want to go to dinner?"
I shook my head.
"Do you want to go back your room?"
I held his hand.
He smiled. "Let's just stay here, then."
I stared at him fondly. Although he was only a neighbor, I felt as if I'd known him the longest. No one understood me like he did--not even my own family. Since coming to this facility, he really took care of me. I still remembered clearly on the day he moved in next door. The both of us went to different high schools, but we always managed to catch the same train home. My parents knew his, and sometimes we'd come over for games night. Even though he said his parents were a bit strict on, he was always cheerful. I felt happy just seeing him smile.
But I didn't know that he was hiding something from me.
A part of me was hurt when Junhyung revealed to us about Hyunseung's anorexia (as well as Doojoon's self-harming habit) yesterday. I felt guilty for not being able to help him; how could I not notice it all this time? Was it because of his tendency to wear many layers of clothes that I couldn't see his sick, skinny figure? To be honest, I never really knew his family that well. Sure, we did a lot of things together--but his parents never seemed to be very open to Mom and Dad about anything, apart from talking politics and other world-related news. Mom and Dad would sometimes mention about my grandparents and the things that my brother Hyekwang did at school, and they would only nod and smile, with occasional comments. It seemed as if they didn't want anyone to know--and I wondered whether Hyunseung's eating disorder had anything to do with whatever issue the Jang family was having (if they had any... not that it was any of my business, anyway).
Come to think about it, since I dropped out of school last year, we hadn't much contact with each other. Did he become anorexic after then? If so, then of course I wouldn't have known anything about it. I isolated myself and refused to come out of the bedroom--and before I knew it, a year had gone by.
We've drifted apart.
---
"Come here!"
Hongki and Jonghoon were grabbing both of my arms, and Jonghyun pulled me by the hair. They dragged me to the the back of the school as soon as class was over, and I knew I was in for another round.
"As I said before, rubbish only belongs in the bin," Jonghyun grinned.
When people called you names--no matter what they were--it hurt.
They kicked me into the large garbage collection point, throwing along bags of rubbish inside.
I held my breath as I heard a click.
They had locked me inside.
"Please open!" I banged on the door. It smelt foul, and it was dark. I was so scared. "Open the door!"
"Aren't they going to burn the garbage today?" It was Jonghoon's voice.
My eyes widened with fear.
They wanted me dead.
"Wait!" I banged on the door furiously. "Please, open the door!"
I could hear their laugh fading away.
They'd left me here to rot alone.
I banged on the door again, rising my voice with each time. "No! Don't leave me!"
It was suffocating. I could barely see anything, and I heard noises from behind.
"Somebody, please!" I tried banging on the door again, but it was no use. There was only silence outside. I started to cry.
And I felt something cold and slippery touching my skin.
At midnight, I woke up with a scream.
Author: qrn
Pairing: OT6
Rating: M (Mature), for sexual & violent themes
Summary: Each of them has their own problems that may just be too hard to cure.
Author's Notes: Finally this chapter's finished! Sooo sorry for the late update guys, Kikwang's POV is pretty hard to write (in terms of the sequence of the events). I think this chapter will help you guys understand more about his condition~ On the brighter side, the therapy has started! I hope you guys don't kill me over the overly depressing & disturbing content >.< Feedbacks & comments are welcome, as always ^^ Enjoy!
6. KIKWANG
"I can't believe you told the teacher about us cheating," Hongki said in disbelief. It was after school, and they cornered me near the restroom.
I shook my head in fear. "I--I'm sorry! Mrs. Baek insisted that if I didn't tell her, then she would fail my assignment!"
Jonghyun pushed me against the wall. "So you only care about yourself, is that it? I thought we were friends!"
I bit my lip. "N-No, I--"
Hongki inched closer, his eyes looking at me threateningly. "You didn't care about the fact the three of us would get suspended! All you cared about was your stupid assignment!"
"And you told her about us smoking, too," Jonghoon added coldly. He was standing behind Hongki and Jonghyun, looking crossed.
"No, it wasn't me!" I cried. I really wanted them to believe that I didn't tell anyone about them smoking, but I knew it was no use trying to convince them. "You got it all wrong!"
"I can't believe this," Jonghyun threw his hands in exasperation. Suddenly, he yanked my arm and pulled me inside the restroom.
"No!" I struggled, but Jonghoon and Hongki were behind me, preventing me from running away.
"We need to teach you a lesson," Hongki said, pushing me into one of the cubicles. He grabbed me by the hair and shoved my head down the toilet bowl.
I didn't want to be alone.
So I held on to Hyunseung's arm, and we both entered the door.
This supposed 'experiment' room wasn't as big as I imagined it to be--it was a normal size. There were approximately three rows of chairs, and a large projection screen at the front. I looked at everyone's faces--a mix of astonishment and nervousness. A man with glasses (I remembered him from the first day) greeted us. Behind him were several other people--men and women--all wearing white labcoats. For some reason, I didn't feel really good entering this room.
"Hyunseung," I whispered anxiously, tugging his sleeve. He held a finger on his lips, signaling me to be quiet.
"You're all here." The familiar-looking man was grinning ear-to-ear. It was creepy. "Please, take a seat," he said, motioning towards the set of chairs. "Any seat."
Doojoon was the first to do so, albeit appearing hesitant, followed by Yoseob, who was holding onto his hand. Dongwoon tagged after them. Junhyung had a scorn expression on his face, taking a seat in the back. I glanced at Hyunseung, and he led me to the middle row, just behind Doojoon and the others.
"I trust that all of you know what this is about," the man said.
"We're going to die, aren't we?" Junhyung called out. He placed his feet on the chairs in front of him, leaning back on his seat.
The man simply laughed. It was even creepier. "What makes you think so?"
"Quit the bullshit," Junhyung scowled. "You're going to kill us all."
"Come on now, let's not be so hasty." The man eyed him with a somewhat cocky expression on his face. "Please excuse my rudeness for not introducing myself. I'm Yoo Jungbin, the head counsellor."
"What is this experiment about?" Doojoon asked sternly. "What do you want from us?"
Mr. Yoo raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Experiment is too harsh of a word, and we prefer the term therapy," he said in a patronizing tone. "Well, I trust you all have what you'd call personal demons."
Demons?
"Each of you is struggling to battle the darkness within yourself, and you've yet to conquer. The main reason why your parents sent you here is because they all want you safe and back to normal."
"I'm normal," Yoseob protested.
"Most patients think so about themselves," Mr. Yoo smirked, as if mocking him. "That's called self-denial."
I tightened my grip on Hyunseung's thin arm.
"Don't worry, this session will be brief." Mr. Yoo snapped his fingers, and the other men turned on the projector. "Next week, the second step of the therapy process will take place. Also, starting from tomorrow, there will be individual counselling. "
Counseling?
"But that's not what it says on the timetable," Doojoon argued.
"Let's just say that we had a change of plans," Mr. Yoo said casually. "Shall we get started, then?" The light was turned off. I cringed in surprise, and Hyunseung pulled me closer.
The screen was white and blank--until all of a sudden a six-year old boy appeared, a bright smile on his face. He was running happily in the backyard full of flowers, chasing butterflies. As he was about to catch one, his parents came out of the house and called him (it was a silent movie, so there was no sound). He did as he was told, and followed them into the house. It seemed like lunch time, because the family of four were sitting together at the dining table. They looked very content, enjoying their food while dwelling in a lively conversation. The girl (the boy's older sister, I assumed her to be) was shown to be very fond of the chubby boy, stroking his hair and face affectionately. The father and mother smiled as the boy hugged her back. A perfect family--it was almost too pleasant to watch.
"What the fuck..." I heard Junhyung mutter. At the same time, I noticed Yoseob looking away from the screen.
The scene changed, and this time it looked like it was recorded with a handheld camera (judging from the shaky movements). The shot focused on a different girl than the previous scene. She had her back towards the photographer, and slowly turned around. The camera zoomed in on her laughing face, keeping the angle just below her eyes (we could only see her nose and mouth). She walked, closing in, her hands outstretched. The camera slowly moved down to her summer dress and feet, and stayed still for a few seconds.
Dongwoon shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
The screen went black, and the next footage switched back to normal shot frame. It showed a long dining table full of mouthwatering food and snacks, and people were seen eating them like gluttons. I thought that it was the strangest scene so far, since the camera kept zooming in on the food and the chewing mouths (I was glad that there was no audio). It lasted for about three minutes.
I felt Hyunseung's hand flinching slightly.
In the next shot, a male teenager in uniform was seen walking home from school, carrying a soccer ball in one hand. As he strolled past the park, he stopped for a while (as if thinking about something), and made a swift turn. He approached a little kid who was playing in the sandbox. The kid lifted his head up and grinned widely, and the two played a little game of soccer. They looked very cheerful, and the screen faded.
Suddenly the camera cut to a hospital scene. A young woman (about 21-23 years old) was holding a patient's hand tightly. The patient (who was a man, around the same age as her) was depicted to be seriously ill, with his sunken cheekbones and awfully thin body frame. His bony arm was covered by reddish brown spots (like a rash). He coughed a lot as the woman was talking to him, and could only smile weakly in response. A few moments later, the patient's hands stopped moving.
A loud crash was heard from the back row. We all turned around and saw Junhyung standing up, the chair in front of him turned over on its side. Without a word, he barged out of the room and slammed the door. The people in labcoats were about to run after him when Mr. Yoo made a halting gesture with his hand. "Let him be," he said. We exchanged concerned looks as he resumed the movie.
A close-up of a frog appeared on the screen, lying still on its back (I figured it was dead), and suddenly a small dissecting knife came into view (I held my breath at this point). The first incision was made horizontally across the throat, slicing just through the top layer of the skin. The knife continued to make various cuts down the belly (I heard the others mumbling "ew", "gross", etc). Fortunately, before the camera could zoom in on the bleeding organs any longer, the screen faded to black.
"And we just ate," Doojoon said quietly, holding a hand to his mouth.
The next shot showed a little girl being scolded by an adult woman (who seemed to be her mother). The woman slapped her, and continued shouting. The girl wiped her tears as her mother grabbed her hand firmly and dragged her into the bedroom. The woman mouthed some inaudible words, and pulled her in front of the closet.
No.
The girl shook her head violently as her mother struggled to push her inside.
Don't.
She cried harder, trying hard to pull free. But she was far too weak.
Somebody, help her!
The woman managed to push her in, and locked the closet.
I screamed. Then everything went black.
---
It was lunchtime.
I walked out of the crowded classroom, carrying my lunchbox with me. I made my way past the students in the corridor, avoiding their gazes and ignoring their words. Keeping my head down the entire time, I managed to arrive at the sports field. It was a nice, sunny day, and a number of students were out playing soccer. I sat under the pine tree, which was my usual spot. I opened my lunchbox.
"Oh," I mumbled to myself in disappointment. It was always the same menu: kimbap rolls, dried squid, and meat. And an apple. I wasn't really expecting much, but I wished that Mom would pack me something different for lunch for once. I took out my chopsticks and began to eat.
"Hyung!"
I looked up, and saw Jinwoon running from the distance. He seemed upset, and I didn't know why.
"What's wrong?" I asked, feeling uneasy.
"They're at it again!"
I stood up in alarm. I grabbed my things and ran back towards the school building.
When I reached the classroom, I saw that my bag was no longer under my desk. They were standing next to it, looking at me expectantly. People--including Jinwoon, who was only a junior--could only watch from afar, as if they were too afraid to say or do something.
"Kikwang-ah," Jonghyun said. "You still have the guts to come to school?" He had his hands in his pocket, putting on the arrogant smirk that he always did everytime we talked.
"We thought you died," Hongki joined.
I didn't lift my head up. "Where's... my bag?" I gritted my teeth as I looked at my desk, which was scribbled with various names and rude words in permanent marker from last week.
"Well, it was too dirty, so..." Exchanging grins with them, Jonghoon said, "... we threw them into the bin." He pointed outside the classroom.
"Your books, too," Jonghyun added. "Rubbish only belong in the trash can."
I closed my eyes--it was going too far. I rushed outside, scourging through the trash can to find my belongings. I could hear them laughing, and I could also feel other people's pitiful gazes piercing through my back.
"He's actually rummaging through the bin!" Hongki cried.
"Are you serious?" Jonghoon chimed in.
"Ew, that's disgusting!" Jonghyun added with a mocking tone.
Nobody was there to help me.
I opened my eyes.
"You're finally awake." Hyunseung was sitting next to me, his face concerned.
I sat up straight slowly, rubbing my temple in pain.
"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly, holding my right hand.
I nodded. I looked around, and realized we were in a completely different room. It looked like a hospital ward, and I was the only patient there (the other beds were empty). I looked at the clock. It was already 6:20PM.
"You were unconscious for a while," he said. "Do you still want to go to dinner?"
I shook my head.
"Do you want to go back your room?"
I held his hand.
He smiled. "Let's just stay here, then."
I stared at him fondly. Although he was only a neighbor, I felt as if I'd known him the longest. No one understood me like he did--not even my own family. Since coming to this facility, he really took care of me. I still remembered clearly on the day he moved in next door. The both of us went to different high schools, but we always managed to catch the same train home. My parents knew his, and sometimes we'd come over for games night. Even though he said his parents were a bit strict on, he was always cheerful. I felt happy just seeing him smile.
But I didn't know that he was hiding something from me.
A part of me was hurt when Junhyung revealed to us about Hyunseung's anorexia (as well as Doojoon's self-harming habit) yesterday. I felt guilty for not being able to help him; how could I not notice it all this time? Was it because of his tendency to wear many layers of clothes that I couldn't see his sick, skinny figure? To be honest, I never really knew his family that well. Sure, we did a lot of things together--but his parents never seemed to be very open to Mom and Dad about anything, apart from talking politics and other world-related news. Mom and Dad would sometimes mention about my grandparents and the things that my brother Hyekwang did at school, and they would only nod and smile, with occasional comments. It seemed as if they didn't want anyone to know--and I wondered whether Hyunseung's eating disorder had anything to do with whatever issue the Jang family was having (if they had any... not that it was any of my business, anyway).
Come to think about it, since I dropped out of school last year, we hadn't much contact with each other. Did he become anorexic after then? If so, then of course I wouldn't have known anything about it. I isolated myself and refused to come out of the bedroom--and before I knew it, a year had gone by.
We've drifted apart.
---
"Come here!"
Hongki and Jonghoon were grabbing both of my arms, and Jonghyun pulled me by the hair. They dragged me to the the back of the school as soon as class was over, and I knew I was in for another round.
"As I said before, rubbish only belongs in the bin," Jonghyun grinned.
When people called you names--no matter what they were--it hurt.
They kicked me into the large garbage collection point, throwing along bags of rubbish inside.
I held my breath as I heard a click.
They had locked me inside.
"Please open!" I banged on the door. It smelt foul, and it was dark. I was so scared. "Open the door!"
"Aren't they going to burn the garbage today?" It was Jonghoon's voice.
My eyes widened with fear.
They wanted me dead.
"Wait!" I banged on the door furiously. "Please, open the door!"
I could hear their laugh fading away.
They'd left me here to rot alone.
I banged on the door again, rising my voice with each time. "No! Don't leave me!"
It was suffocating. I could barely see anything, and I heard noises from behind.
"Somebody, please!" I tried banging on the door again, but it was no use. There was only silence outside. I started to cry.
And I felt something cold and slippery touching my skin.
At midnight, I woke up with a scream.