I did my best to clean up the mess on the kitchen bench, throwing everything in the trash and wiping away all the blood.

The sight of the poor pigeon and knowing that it's blood was used to write on the polaroids was deeply disturbing and exacerbated my fear of the unknown number.

I couldn't bear to be alone right now, there's no way I could keep my cool. Hell, I didn't even want to stay in this house either. I needed to get away.

I pulled my phone out and dialled Taehyung's number, holding the phone to my ear with a shaky hand.

"Hey Jimin, what's up?" He answered quickly.

"T-Taehyung!" I immediately started sobbing.

"Jimin, what's wrong? What happened?" He fretted.

"S-something happened," I croaked, "help me."

"Where are you? I'll come get you." He said.

"Home, I'm home." I replied.

"Can you tell me what happened?" He tried asking again.

"I just n-need to get out of h-here, I'm scared." I stammered.

"Okay, I'm on my way now." He assured me. "Wait for me outside."

I hung up and made my way back to the front door, going outside and locking the door behind me. Doing that seemed pointless last time though...

Taehyung arrived in only a few minutes, and I quickly jumped into the car. I rubbed my eyes and sucked in a shaky breath before looking at him.

"Let's go back to my place okay? If you want you can explain everything to me then." He decided.

I simply nodded and pulled my hood over my head, sinking into the car seat. He flashed me a concerned look but started driving again, heading back to his house.