Terrible Things

Chapter 19 - Then

Wind batters my body. Snow coats my already red skin.

I should feel the coldness of them on my skin, I know that.

But I don't.

I don't feel anything as I run down the street. Not the ground beneath me and definitely not the cold that's working it's way deep into my bones.

I'm too far gone for that.

A siren blares in the distance, adding to the song already playing over and over in my head, the title track to my despair.

My heart begs it to stop- cut the sound off, mute it, anything to not have to listen.

But my brain doesn't listen, it keeps my ears functional, keeps me aware of the world around me.

Both leaving me hopeful but full of dread, swimming but drowning at the same time.

As long as this song plays, Jimin may still have a chance.

But as long as it plays, it means he's in danger.

Turn it off. Keep it on. Don't listen. Focus solely on the sound.

My mind and heart war, too busy arguing with themselves to listen to the fact that my body is struggling - it's too cold, my lungs can't hold enough oxygen, my legs starting to feel stiff.

But still I push on, forcing my legs to keep going and focusing on the pain of my body instead of the tearing I can feel in my soul.

A crowd looms in the distance, their bodies bunched together, heads titled as they mumble to each other - another sound to add to the orchestra.

I make my way to them, forcing my way through the crowd. Dirty looks are thrown my way, multiple people scolding me as I force through them.

I can't find it in me to care as I reach the front.

A barricade blocks me from the chaos - because that's exactly the word that comes to mind when I see the scene.

Bodies moving every which way, sirens wailing, the sound of metal screeching. Flares litter the ground, their red lights glinting off the shattered flass that litters the ground.

My eyes dart around, looking for any sign of my mate - but freezing when I see the main cause of the pandemonium in front of me.

Two cars stick together, creating a T of crushed metal. The front of one looks completely melded to the drivers side of the other, the red and silver forced together.

Silver.

My heart races, the blood rushing through my ears drowning out all sound as I try to hop the barrier. Arms reach out to me and hold me in place, a policeman yelling at me.

But I don't hear him. My eyes and senses are completely focused on that flash of silver.

The silver of Jimin's car.

I struggle against the man holding me, my heart thudding against my chest. "Jimin!" I scream. "Jimin!"

"Sir-"

"Jimin!" I push harder, my captor struggling to hold me back.

Another ambulance arrives, bodies trickling out the back as the doors burst open. They rush to the cars, yelling to each other as they look through the windows.

No longer struggling to get over the barricade, I watch as a woman crouches down to the empty hole where Jimin's window used to be, her face darkening as she takes in the scene. I wish I knew what she was seeing. Was my Chim already gone? My baby?