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A story about a girl that finally finds the will to live after years of being tormented by her ruthless past, just to have it reach to her once more, coming back with the same intensity of cruelty and terror and once again erasing her just bui...
° ° ° . . . Burning like a fire, you feel it all inside, but wipe your teary eyes. . .
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CHAPTER 43 —————
Awful wave of fear, sadness, hopelessness, heartbreak. All of the worst feelings in the world hit me right through my heart. My chest clenched in pain with my hand tightly pressed against it as I tried oh-so-hard not to break down. At least not while I was still present between all those people.
"Would you kindly look up." A deep edited voice spoke up in my mind. I remembered it so clearly. The men dressed in all black with black masks and gloves and black snipers in front of them, like shadow hunting from atop the buildings. Wherever I turned I expected to see them.
"That one is pointing at your boyfriend." I barely gulped the lump building in my throat. It started suffocating me. Was Jaemin even at this party? Even if he wasn't, were they all even safe in the mansion? Did me meeting Mark result to them killing everyone else?
"Now look right... that one is pointing at your best friend." Jina... where was Jina? What if he- whoever it was, had already... no...
I wanted to scream. I couldn't just keep guessing who was alive and who wasn't. How big of a mistake did I make letting myself fall weak and letting Mark take my mind off of it even for a second.
"Three. . ."
"Two. . ."
"One. . ."
In terrifying paranoia I looked all around me. My hands squeezing my head pulsing in ache from the unbearably scary voice echoing in it. I harshly spun my head around, trying to get a glimpse of Mark one last time to make sure he was alive. He wasn't there anymore. I lost him. I was already outside, too far and my legs weren't listening to any command my brain gave them to stop for a second.
My breathing became so unstable and loud, I felt my lungs freeze from the cold barely enough air they were inhaling. I walked further and further from the party. Further from the yacht. The music became a blur in my ears, inexplicable, the words were fading until they were gone.
I wasn't sure if the silence was healing me or killing me. As the sounds around me became clearer, I started to panic even more. Every rustle of leaves, every sound of the mess stray cats were making as they jumped out of the garbage containers made me shiver as I quickly looked that way.
Every shadow, every person seemed like they were hunting me and I couldn't help but walk faster, even start to run even though my lungs couldn't take any more pressure.
