Perfruor | Psychopath | Jimin

10. Blinded

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Jimin will appear three times in this chapter. Most of the text in cursive will be his words, but that won't happen until the end.

If one were to need my opinion about a case ... please don't. Just don't. Don't ask me about it. I am sure you would regret asking me for help. I can't even help myself. I mean, what person with a well functioning head doesn't react to the fact that there is nothing on the other side of a door? There is supposed to be a hallway, but there is nothing.

No-thing.

Nichts.

Nada.

However, I happen to be a person with a not so well functioning head, that's why I don't question him. Why would I? It's not like he has a reason to hurt me, and it isn't like he has hurt me before. Please, notice my sarcasm.

Maybe I am plainly stupid or maybe I am just desperate for answers. Either way it seems, to me, as if I am not truly in control of my own actions. I follow his lead without giving it a second thought.

"Focus...for once", he almost begs me.

Only now do I notice what he's wearing. Jimin has changed from his usual hospital gown to what I assume is his type of normal outfit. A simple gray t-shirt paired with black jeans. It's odd how he seems like a normal 19-year-old in that outfit. I don't even know why that surprises me anymore. It really shouldn't. He has done worse.

Park Jimin has done some things I can't explain right now, and if I ever get the chance to understand I don't know. I really don't. But to this date I am as clueless as I can be.

As he walks in front of me with such confidence, the rest of mine disappears. First he puts one leg over the doorstep, while the next thing I realize is his disappearance. It seems to me as if I won't survive if I don't follow him in there, which is total bullshit. I should stay in this room, and forget every thought about leaving this place.

Taking one step after another I find the darkness swallowing me as a whole. The moment I leave my safe place I regret my choices. In the hopes of finding the way back I turn around 180 degrees. To my disbelief the door isn't there anymore.

Oh my goodness. This is it. He has taken me to hell, right? There can't be any other explanation for this. I am in hell. This is probably where he lives. Probably the place in which he spends most of his time. What have I gotten myself into?

Only darkness surrounds me from all corners. I wonder if this place is dark itself or if there isn't enough light to let me see properly. Whatever it is, it scares me. However, I can still distinguish some movements in the dark. Taking a few steps back, or what I assume is some steps back, I try to steady my breath which is as rapid as someone's heart right before they look death in the eyes.

I am on a good way to balance my breathing and my racing heart, when someone grabs a hold of my hand. The touch is, somehow, robotic and not caring at all. Fear spreads from my fingertips to every single hair strand.

"Shhh, it's me."

"Jimin?" The face is unclear, no matter how hard I try to squint my eyes.

"Yes. We have to run. They are after us." Unlike his automated hand in mine, his voice sounds as if he really is trying to get me out of here. Biting my lower lip I consider the chances for if he really is speaking the truth or not.

What reason does he have to not lie?

Who are after us? Are we in danger? Why do we have to run? I have so many questions, but still I end up only asking one: "Why are you helping me?" What reasons does Jimin have to help me? Not once has he given me any signs of that he wants me to be safe. Every time he tries to be nice or says 'thank you' the world almost goes under.