"Why's everything so dark?"
"Because you have given yourself to me, baby girl."
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Book 1 of BTS series, "Seven Deadly Sins"
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WARNING!!! THIS BOOK CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING TOPICS: Use of alcohol, religious verses, sexual cont...
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Forgive me if I stumble and fall for I know not how to love too well I am clumsy
and my words
do not form as I wish so let me kiss you instead and let my lips paint for you all the pictures
that my clumsy heart
cannot. (Atticus)
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"I think Namjoon is coming to visit you soon," Yoongi says as he puts the last plate away then looks at me, "so I'll be taking my leave soon." He finishes and I nod.
"Okay, thanks for telling me, Yoongi." I thank then he nods.
He walks towards the door and starts preparing to leave then I tap his shoulder, making him look back at me and I give him a hug.
"Thank you for staying with me, Yoongs," I thank then I look up at him with a small smile, "it really helped seeing a familiar face." I add then he smiles a little bit.
"You're welcome, Y/N, I hope you and the baby stay healthy." He says then we say our farewells, then he leaves.
I sigh as I walk into my bedroom and lay down on my bed and curl up while holding a pillow. I stare out at the window then I close my eyes and drift off into a soundly sleep.
Everything in my apartment then flickers and I sit up, looking around. It then stops as the television continues to play "Friends", on the episode where Ross finds out Carol is having his son.
I stare at the television for a few seconds then a man's face shows up, one I've never seen before, of him and his jet black eyes. I stare into his eyes then he yells out as he opens his mouth, that were filled with razor sharp teeth.
"Once the plane has taken off, everything will crash." He growls out, lowly.
I scream then I grab the remote to turn off the television, but it doesn't budge.
"I'm a little scarecrow"
I hear a child's voice sings as I look around the room, hearing the voice bounce off of the walls, to other sides of the room.
"Raggedy and worn
I wear a hat,
And a shirt that's torn,"
The voice continues and I began to tremble out of fear as I could hear scratches on the walls, coming closer to me, visibly.
"When the crows come,
I wave and shout,
'Away from my garden',"
It continues then the scratches stop at me, as the child's voice gets deeper.
