(save him)

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I couldn't stand the person inside me
I turned all the mirrors around

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"Wolves asleep amidst the trees...

Bats all swaying in the breeze...

But one soul lies anxious wide awake...

Fearing all manners of ghouls, hags, and wraiths...."

He carolled the lullaby to the little girl, her glowing viridescent eyes curiously examining the features of the man.

"Why do you always sing me this song?" Her innocent voice paused him.

His eyes stopped at hers, a smile spreading on his lips as he told her while brushing her hair with his fingers.

"So that you know what's fear."

He smiled. A very sick smile. Gruesome.

She wasn't scared, she wasn't afraid. In fact, she laughed back.

"I wonder if I'll feel that."

She opened her eyes and stared at the dark sky above her.

"Birds are silent for the night...

Cows turned in as daylight dies..."

The chill and gloomy melodies continued as she sang from the top of the building, PS-19, viewing the wide night sky above. It was dark, it seemed as if darkness loved her and managed to cling to her.

"Such a beautiful night.....

for someone to die."

. . .

I sneaked into our room, which wasn't exactly a room because it was the whole house itself. Hoping that my so-called father isn't anywhere around, I hastily began searching for my things.

Quickly taking my school supplies, books, and the few clothes I owned, I rifled for the box where I kept my earnings.

'Should be around that corner.'

My teeth clasped the small torch, arms searched in the dark trying their best to locate the box. I clearly remembered hiding it at the end of my wardrobe, beneath some clothes.

The cold metal latch of the small box touched my fingers and with a sigh, I pulled the box out. Thankfully it was still there.

'At least I can pay her for my food now.'

Running my palms above the roof of the box, I gazed at it for a second, a small yet genuine smile surfaced on my lips.

'My savings.'

Opening the box hurriedly, intend to waste no time, a numbness rushed through my body. For a moment I rechecked if this was the same box. No doubt about that, it was the exact same box. But the money inside, it was gone.

I didn't have to think twice, I knew my father stole it. He probed through my stuff and took the little amount I had earned for myself.

"...argh this old piece of trash!"

Screaming, I let my emotions consume me for a moment. The empty tin-box went flying by the room and crashed with the wall. The walls threw back the echoes of the box hitting it.

Huffing, I clenched my fist tightly and banged on the table. I let out a huge sigh releasing my tenseness.

"What does he take me for? Oh god!! How am I supposed to pay her? Argh!!"

I heard the front door opening as my head turned involuntarily only to meet his droopy, drunk eyes. My father.

He obviously was drunk but recognized me in an instant.

"Yaah! Why did you come back huh!? Realized your place already? It didn't even take you three days to come crawling back to me!"

He didn't even bother to ask how I've been? He doesn't care. He just saw me as a mere source of entertainment. I didn't expect anything else either.

My eyes rolled back, as my eyelids fell down. My chest heaved as I inhaled deeply.

'Control yourself, Jungkook. You don't have to step so low like him. It's alright.'

"Cat got your tongue? What's the matter huh? Aren't you supposed to be kneeling in front of me and begging me to forgive you!?" He screamed, stumbling closer with each step.

"I'll ask just once. Where's my money?" I found my voice making its presence.

"Your money? You brat. You're feeding off my money! You stole that money from me and I just took it back--"

I smashed the ceramic mug in his head, without even realizing it. It cracked and shattered into pieces and I was only left with the curvy handle in my hands.

"Shut the fuck up."

The voice wasn't mine. It wasn't me, it couldn't be me. I could never......

The moment I realized what I had done, I started panicking.

"Wh-What...o-oh god. H-He's not dead r-right?"

I hurriedly ran to check his pulse. His head was bleeding, not enough to kill him though. I impulsively tried to figure his pulse, a sigh left my lips.

He wasn't dead.

"What are you sighing for?"

Someone said. But there wasn't anyone except me and my unconscious father. Or so I thought.

"Aaahh!!"

Cold eyes boring deep into mine from behind the mirror. The person had the same look as mine, same features, same face, same eyes. He had a very serious, gloomy look in his face.

My palms were sweating, I crawled back until my back hit the sides of the table. A few pieces of the shattered mug managed to pierce my hand.

"W-W-Who a-are you?"

My shaky and scared voice was all to be found in the room.

"Isn't that obvious? Who I am? I am you."

The person smiled, an unnatural smile. Squinted eyes and its head somewhat tilted, as if, as if it was judging me.

"How does it feel?"

"F-feel what?" My words trembled.

"To finally stand up against this asshole? Doesn't it feel great when you let your emotions out? When you let me out?"

It continued.

"Are you relieved? That he's not dead?" 

I kept staring at him, my eyes betraying me. I was in a faze.

"I am not. I wanted him dead. You know you did too." It spoke.

"W-What nonsense a-are you s-speaking?"

It felt as if my vocals were bundled and were being taken away from me slowly, it was difficult to utter a word.

"Don't lie to me now. Haven't you always wished for him to die? You prayed for days that one day you'll find him nowhere. You prayed for him to disappear or die!"

"What the hell are you talking about!? Who are you to know anything?"

I was dripping in sweat and anxiety. My wet palms squeezed as I tried my best to get control over my emotions.

It scoffed.

"I am you. Your inner feelings. The person you truly are yet you push me away. Why?

You've let people stamp on you, you've let everyone have their way. What did you get? Love? Affection? Pity? Nothing.

They took advantage of you, looked down on you, never thinking about you. And you're relieved that he's not dead? What a joke."

It started crawling towards me, coming out of the mirror, while I was in its trance.

Completely lost, lost in its web of words.

"All your emotions are within me. I feel you, like no one else. That is the reason I'm asking you to let me in."

"P-Please get away from me."

"Why can't you accept me? Why can't you let me in? You don't have to feel pain anymore. Just let me in."

With each word it moved faster, coming close to me.

"...no no no no..."

"I'll never hurt you. I'll protect you. Let me control you!"

The person plunged at me. I couldn't process the quick movement but my survival instinct kicked in. Scared for dear life, I screamed my lungs out.

"AAAHHHHH"

Seizing the bag from its position, I ran. My legs leading me to a place where I could at least feel safe.

'Someone, anyone, please save me.

Save me from them.

Save me from her.

Please save me from myself.'

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(Jungkook and his alter ego - P.C to the original artist)

The chapter was short, sorry for that. Our school just loves to torture us. In other words, we have a lot in our cup so we could just provide this much for now.

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