***a little bit of swearing ahead*** its summer holiday, so I'll try updating more ((;
Ch 44 | Mental game
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Underestimate me, that will be fun —Jungkook
Mirae |
There's a certain level of tiredness that equates to insanity; for me, it's when I'd like to temporarily dislocate my spirit from my body as if I could ask God to take me out for just a short while, let my soul go wherever souls go to be zen.
My steps were heavy and dizzy. At this rate, I had no emotion what so ever. It's blocked in my heart... somewhere.
I could hear the stupid old man's voice. It echoed in my dreams, it sent shivers down my spine.
The nightmare he created for me. It hunts me slowly and slowly, ready to break me, to devour me. The simple wonders of a weapon had me down my knees.
The moment, I opened the door to his office.
My heart was ready to leap out at him.
The doors automatically shut, as I stood looking at him in that sorrow the old man drowned me into.
His familiar scent kept me relaxed. Almost washing away the nightmare for a few seconds. But the pen drive in my hands, it kept reminding me of that gun.
He smiled at me making me more guilty.
Don't smile at me. I belong down there, in the dirty street —washed in disgrace and shame.
"You just came out of a meeting right? You're not gonna have lunch?" he asked, he knitted his eyebrows as a sense of worry washed over his face.
He stood up walking towards me.
I didn't sleep last night, what if the man came again. Blowing my head whilst I'm sleeping. What if he does something to my baby brother.
My mom, my dad. No matter how they treat me.
I love them. I have that fragile heart full of love for my family.
"J-Jungkook?" I tried biting my lips from letting out an ugly sob.
