JIMIN'S POV
I felt warmth onto my face, I could hear birds chirping and some low sounds around me, what was the time again? I shift my head to the side only to receive a groan from myself "urrgh" I squeeze my already shut eyes 'it hurts' I slowly open them only to be kissed by the warm sun 'this is the only best time I always have in the morning. The sun never judge me but rather always make me feel good to look forward to the day though it's always tough as usual.
I look at my side and I see the same man still in black and a black mask, he always appears in situations like this what even happened to me? oh yes now I remember? I frown. My head throbs more just from remembering it.
He was reading maybe a magazine or something like that, that he didn't notice I already woke up slowly I sit leaning my back on the head board but the bed sure made a creaking sound that made him turn to me I can only see his eyes but only a little bit of it because of his hat which was covering his eyes not to mention his bangs too.
"oh you woke up" he acknowledged and I slowly nod "did you bandage my head?" I ask because as far as I remember I wasn't even here in the first place but again I didn't think he would ignore my question yet again "I'm glad you woke up I'll send in the maid to bring you some food" and just like that he stood up and walked out what is wrong with him? he never talks to me about anything we only talk a few things and disappears into thin air and why does he appear only in such a situation what is even happening to me? even though I wanted to thank him he but he just vanish into thin air that I just got used to it I mean I don't even know his name "urrgh" I groan in frustration every time I try to think about something the headache only worsen "i should get a nice good shower" yeah that will work.
Moving into the shower I do my usual routine only this time the shampoo in my hair was red 'must be the dried blood' I wash it off quick and head out I would have stayed longer but I changed my mind moving to the big mirror I couldn't help but notice a bruise on my chest.
It looks like a print and red print touching it still felt sore and burning up. On the dressing-table I saw a herb tube I could actually use 'maybe he left it here' I smile and I apply it around the sore. I have a couple of marks and scars many on my ribs down to my thigh a big ugly scar looking right into me and on my arms above were whip mark 'I look so disgusting I don't want anyone to see I.....' it's when I heard a knock on the door "young master your uncle is calling for you to join him in breakfast" I heard her say "ok coming" I reply taking my shirt on as soon as possible i don't want anyone see me like this.
Slowly down the stairs I made it to the dinning room and I saw Uncle already took a sit but hasn't touched his food yet, 'I guess he was waiting for...' "I was waiting for you" 'me' I managed to smile a bit it's fake I know but if you do something everyday usually it becomes a habit right?.
I could see him from the corner of my eyes smiling back at me "take a seat and eat the food or it will get cold" he calmly said, that's what he always does i took a seat and held the fork but wait.... wait a minute!..... why is the fork shaking? shit! it's me.... it's my hand, 'stop shaking, stop shaking' I debate in my mind but seems like my fingers have their own mind, my fingers are trembling holding the fork and I don't know why, I don't know if I'm scared about his calm behavior? or what he did the night yesterday? I'm not sure but why am I afraid? we always do this everyday I'm so used to it by now. I was just confused I could see him almost turning to me and I put down the fork before he could see me it wouldn't stop trembling I don't want him see.
"oh hey why are you not eating?" he asked "is the food that bad? hey where's the chef maybe someone needs a good lesson" I know what you meant by that "oh wait no! the chef didn't do anything wrong I was just thinking if I should use the fork or my hands?" i lie "and what have you decided?" he ask "I will just use my hand" I smile a bit taking in the sausage in my fingers he looked at me in disbelief "i don't know why you're using your hands but ok if you want so" he shrugged and continued taking in his meal.
I don't even have an appetite for this but I will try to eat, this happens every morning, shit happen at night and in the morning it's like we just had a nightmare or more like I had a nightmare, here everyday is always a new day nothing from the past has to be brought back to present right? I hold on to that thought so I also play along like nothing happened besides I'm not doing this being forced because again no one would have helped me much like he did I should just be grateful that maybe he didn't kick me out yet I really have to watch my steps in the future.