Day 10 of 60
It's hot.
So hot that I can't feel my toes.
My head rolls and I slowly sit up, gloved fingers scratching the ground. I'm in my racing clothing, but they feel more different this time -- tighter. The leathered collar around my neck feels as if it's wrapping around me, forcefully and tighter by each second.
A gust of wind rustles through me and I hear the lake move. It's moving and now so am I. I'm walking towards it, the breeze is harsh, slapping against me. I stare at my reflection. Forlorn, blue stares back at me. Red and purple marks.
I dive into the lake.
The heat is still latched onto my crevices. It won't go away.
I swim deeper. And deeper.
The lake is no longer blue or purple or red; it's black. I can't see. I need air.
But my body's burning. My lungs are burning, and suddenly, vision and feelings are not comparable to oxygen.
I swim back up, shooting through the surface and gasping. The world is gray, so gray, lit only by a faint light of blue above me. I blink twice, rubbing my eyes and slowly making my way out the water, I realize it's not a light.
It's a scarf. And it's blue.
But it's dangling from the tree branch.
I climb up, up and up the tree, until my toes are resting upon branches and the ground is terrifying.
But the blue scarf, how familiar it looks.
I grab it, fraying threads of wool softening against my wet hand.
Red.
The scarf is seeping blood.
I startle myself and step back too quickly for now I'm no longer standing on the branches,
i'm falling.
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"Ah!"
Yoongi awakens with a jolt, gasping with chest heaving. Sweat drips faintly from his forehead and his shirt clings to him like sticky adhesive tape.
Sunlight streams in through his bedroom's curtains, giving the room a fireplace glow in the late afternoon. Rubbing his eyes, he hears a voice. The blonde ruffles out his hair, carefully stepping out of his bed and bringing his ears to the door.
"Just listen! I'm fine. I-I wanted to travel so I left. Uh huh. Yeah. No, I have someone with me. No, you don't know him. Mom! Please stop worrying."
A few seconds of silence.
"Yes, I'm taking my medication. Yes, I'm doing oka--. You know what? How 'bout you stop treating me like a kid?! I've been trying to make you understand for the past hour and you're acting as I'm gonna die today!"
