BELLADONNA | Wooyoung

CHAPTER : 11

Last night was unexpectedly fantastic, filled with good company and delicious food thanks to Wooyoung. Despite no special occasion, he treated us to seaweed soup and japchae, showcasing his culinary skills. His ability to make such perfect dishes left me in awe. We enjoyed a hilarious Indian movie, "3 Idiots," until I drifted off to sleep, unaware of when Wooyoung left or when my family returned. Waking up in my bed, I could only assume Wooyoung had kindly moved me there.

I sat on my bed, stretching my hands forward and letting this laziness go. I went to my closet, took out my black dress. I went to the bathroom, stripped out of my night pyjamas and stood under the shower. Welcoming the cold water to engulf me and wake me up as it's already two in the afternoon and if Mom sees me asleep she'll lash out on me. I don't wanna ruin such a good morning which happens rarely to me so I better get ready. Also I need to quick as Rose is coming to meet me. We met last time at school. Last paper day.
Thanks to my mom and dad who doesn't allow me to go out by my self who thinks iam too young or as if i will go out there will be a specific someone who would directly come to me and kidnap me only. Like there are so many people, even kids younger than me going everywhere and there is no restriction.

After a refreshing shower and dressing in my favorite black dress, I indulged in my usual makeup routine, opting for a natural look. With my hair left to air dry and a touch of mascara, I felt ready to face the day.I wore my golden necklace on my black dress. Black and golden combination gives off such a luxury and expensive vibes. Even though I wasn't leaving my room, I always strive to look presentable. At the very correct time my phone ranged indicating me it's Rose and she's here. I went down stairs to fetch her. She was wearing a dark red color vintage preppy style dress. God she looked beautiful with a black bag hanging on her left shoulder. This girl just loves red so much she just wants excuses to wear this color in every function but nonetheless I call it as it's her color she nailed outfits in this color. She left her hair open parting them in two portion safely on her shoulders.

She greeted my family. My mother asked her about her family and if everyone is okay. The way she was talking to her so sweetly. I wish some day she will learn to talk to me the very same way.

We went upstairs to my room and I immediately locked the door once she came in as my family, they don't know what's privacy is at all. We delved into our usual conversations about fictional crushes and K-pop idols. Time flew by as we shared laughs and stories, interrupted only by a visit from my mom, who brought snacks for Rose.

I couldn't help but share my recent dreams with Rose, including a mysterious recurring blueberry muffin and a chilling encounter in a freezer.
As I observed the crimson hue of the cranberry juice my mother had prepared, a sudden recollection stirred within me, resurrecting memories of my recurring dreams and the enigmatic presence of the purple muffin. I recounted to Rose the peculiar ritual of awakening to discover a delectable blueberry muffin adorning my bedside table each morning, a tantalizing mystery that had persisted despite my attempts to unravel its origins. Describing its irresistible flavor, I lamented the absence of such a delicacy in any local bakery, leaving me perplexed by its elusive source.
Yet, my musings took a darker turn as I delved into the unsettling landscape of my dreams, recounting a haunting encounter within the confines of a freezer where grisly scenes unfolded before my disbelieving eyes. Amidst the chilling tableau of mutilated bodies and crimson stains, a lone figure emerged, cloaked in shadow and malevolence, etching itself into the recesses of my subconscious with its silent, sinister presence. Overwhelmed by a visceral sense of dread, I recoiled in shock, retreating into the recesses of my mind as an eerie melody echoed through the chamber, punctuated by the unmistakable cadence of high heels upon cold, unforgiving pavement.
With a shudder, I awoke from the depths of my nightmare, the memory lingering like a specter in the recesses of my consciousness, casting a pall over the tranquility of waking life.