Lee Jieun's POV
Heejin is lying underneath a pool of blood, the crowd forming around her are shrieking in horror and shouting for help. A familiar figure is crouched beside her body and shaking; I move closer to see it's Jungkook.
"Heejin please stay with me. It's gonna be ok Heejin." He kept whispering breathlessly as he held her hand.
Then a girl drops next them, Eunjun. She was crying unstoppable and silently uttering, "I am so sorry, so sorry Heejin. I'm so sorry." She kept fighting her sobs as she cried out.
But why am I here and not in her body?
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Then I feel being violently shaken on my shoulders. A voice I know too well called out.
"Jieun wake up its 1 pm already!"
Opening my eyes, I blinked continuously hoping to improve my groggy vision to only be met by my dad.
Unaware of my next action, I envelope my dad in a tight hug. Sobbing loudly while calling out his name.
"Baby girl are you ok? Did you have a bad dream?" He soothingly comforted me as I gently patted my head while I cried harder. I missed him.
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After I quieted down and firmly promising dad that I am fine, he left me alone. Alone with the question marks in my head and the terrible dream I supposedly had.
I'm back in my room, everything as I left it that night where my life changed drastically and unannounced.
Oh my gosh mom! I rush downstairs to only see dad making coffee.
"Where's mom? How is she? Is she still in the hospital?" I frantically drilled dad about a few of the questions still sprinting in my head.
"Your mom is in her nightshit Feeling guilty about last night's chaos?" He asked with a pointed look as he sipped on his coffee.
Last night? What did he-
My thoughts are replaced with flashbacks of the night I opened up to my parents about my dreams.
"Oh yeah." I murmured. "Anyway I'm gonna go shower."
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Dad had gone to work and mom will be home in an hour or so. Maybe then I can figure out a plan to have a go with all of this. With a pen and a paper to jot everything down.
First, everything felt so real, inexplicably real to not be true.
I wrote down everything I could recall and vividly remember. As I started writing about my memories with Jungkook. The urge of seeing him suddenly came into me.
I took out my phone searching for his number he supposedly wrote yesterday. I kept staring at the contact contemplating if I should call.
Should I call him?
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Silence and sheer darkness is all that is there. It is like the night sky in the city; no pretty stars or a moon to adorn it. Only this time it is not the illumination of the city lights that hindered the appearance of them, but the mystery of where I was. Too dark to be unveiled.