My hands cover my mouth as I try to keep my sobs in. She was my friend, my fucking friend who I went out with for dinner two days ago and now she is missing. Jihyo was someone I met in my biology class. She had always been in my class but I had never noticed her and when we were assigned to a project together, it was like we clicked.

We talked and laughed like we had known each other for our whole lives which is why we decided to go out after school to get dinner. I told Jisoo and Rosé since they asked to meet up and I declined since I waa going out with Jihyo. And we had such a good time. The night was filled with so much laughter until we both seperated ways to go to our own homes.

The weekend went by and Jihyo didn't answer any of my texts so I assumed she was busy since I hadn't known her for a long time, but just two days later, I come to school and get told she is missing since she left the restaurant and we separate ways.

What if something happened to her?

Is it my fault for not walking home with her?

It doesn't help the fact that Jisoo, Rosé, Jennie and Lisa are nowhere to be seen, but at least I know they are okay. They texted me over the weekend, they just aren't at school for some strange reason. Whenever I text them about their whereabouts, they turn my questions down.

Everyone is sitting in our biology class with the news live, ready to start. It's not normal for Jihyo to skip school since she was always an A star student, but for the first time ever, she's not here. Even the teacher is worried. Everyone goes silent once the news headlines pop up before the reporter is finally live.

" Hello, this is Abigail speaking live on international news. Investigators have found student dead body of Jihyo Park on the 5th of May, this morning inside the 'moonway forest'. She was found with small cuts all over her body and a third degree burn on her own hand, we suspect that she bled to her death considering the huge cut on her throat. Investigators are still trying to figure out who killed her, but unfortunately, no suspects or witnesses have been in sight, yet. We mourn for the family of the student as they digest this information and send our condolences. To learn more, catch up with us on the afternoon news after the break. Until then, see you soon. " It's like my whole body stop functioning over-all because after that, I stare at the image of Jihyo's dead body on the news, unable to pull my eyes away from it until the teacher stops showing it all together. There is this pulsing in my throat, a lump that threatens I'm going to start screaming. I can't digest this information and get up, running out of the classroom and towards the restroom. The teacher doesn't say anything and lets everyone take the information in their own way. As I slam the bathroom door shut and lock it, I walk in further to see Jisoo, Rosé, Jennie and Lisa standing there with a smile on their faces, but it's quick to disappear when they notice my tears.

" Y/n/n? What happened?" I run into Rosé's arms since she was the closest and squeeze her tight as I sob into her chest, feeling how my tears wet the fabric of her shirt. She shushes me and pats my back, the other three coming in for a hug along. I keep sobbing and crying into her chest, unable to stop the tears from flowing and not able to make the pain go away. So much regret lives within me and I can't describe how I feel. If maybe I had walked her home, she wouldn't have died. Or, Or..

" Hey, let's start to take some deep breaths, okay?" I refuse to listen to Jisoo but she pulls me apart from Roseanne carefully and slowly, all of them now looking at my broken face while I started to go into hyperventilation, struggling to breath.

" Listen, just close your eyes." I do as she says, already feeling myself panting as the stress gets to me. For the first time, I feel like I deserve it. Deserve to feel all stressed and deserve to not breath because it was my fault that Jihyo died.

" Now, inhale," Jisoo stands in-front of me where I'm leaning against the counter and my legs go between hers, her hands hold mine firmly. Everyone inhales at the same time including the four and I follow their breathing pattern as they continue inhaling and exhaling. It's hard but with the reassuring squeezes of Jisoo's hand, I make it through until I finally have have my breathing on a stable pattern and my tears have stopped flowing. Instead, I look at the floor with no emotion plastered across my face. Just feeling numb.

" Jihyo is dead and it's my fault." My croaky voice tells them, staring at the floor. Lisa comes up beside me and dabs my cheeks with a tissue to absorb the tears and I just let her.

" Y/n, I 100% doubt it was your fault. You are not capable of something like that. Let's look on the bright side, now she is up there and shining, looking down at us with a smile on her face. Everyone's time comes, right?"

" B-but, she was too young. If only I had gone home with her, If only I didn't make her go home by herself, If only-" Everything gets cut off when Jisoo places a finger to my lips, shushing me as she caressed my cheeks.

" It is not your fault, y/n. No matter what, she was destined to die and we couldn't change that." I don't buy it, I don't believe her words. I refuse to accept anything but they take it slow with me. They sit me down on the toilet floor and let me cry, scream and talk before they pull me to my feet and bring me back home, safely.

Mama stands at the doorway almost as soon as I ring the bell and she is quick to pull me into a hug, massaging my scalp as she continues to apologise for something that wasn't even her fault.

The rest of the day is just a big blur. I didn't eat, I didn't shower, mama helped me change and before I could start crying again. I was already asleep.

The one place I didn't have to feel regret.

Death is something every soul tastes.

Death is the only thing in life you can't run from. It's fate, for everyone. Death is the one thing anyone knows about dying, that you are to eventually fade away from the living world.

But what is after death?

That remains a mystery.

Some believe there is a heaven and hell, some believe you turn into a star, some believe that it leads to rebirth and some believe that it is simply nothing, like you are asleep.

Of course there are more possibilities. Endless theories that have been made of the famous question; What happens to us after we die?

Even though each human is aware of their eventual fate, we all still fear death.

This comes from the fear of unknown. Everyone fears the unknown in some way or another. I fear the unknown in many ways, death for example. But a fear bigger than death is my life right now, I fear the unknown of what these two psychopaths would do to me. I fear how much pain they will make me endure. I fear how I may never get my life back again, I fear that I am truly theirs until I die.

I sit on the couch with Jennie's arms around my shoulder, Lisa on my other side as we watch a movie. Breakfast went smoothly until Jennie made the new rule of answering questions whenever asked. There is a huge part of me that is scared of the unknown, of what they might do if I break a rule or even so as bend it. But a little part of me finds curiosity and thrill in it, what are they truly capable of doing to the one they love? I know they won't kill me, they love me too much for that, lovestruck I would say..in a darker way.

" Do you like the movie?" Jennie asked. We were watching a horror film called 'babadook' and in all honesty, I hated it. The main character only screamed and cried and it was just annoying overall. I hated it, and I was honest when I replied,

" No, it sucks."

I could feel Jennie's arm tense around but before anything could escalate, Lisa put her hand on my thigh much to my discomfort and sent Jennie a glance.

" Please Jen, not now." She pleaded with a tone of desperation. Jennie looked between me and her and gave a slight nod despite her annoyance. I'm sure her sadistic self would love to torture me, rape me, mark me, in any way that she can. I can only imagine what they will do to my body after my wounds heal.

Wreck my body, that's for sure.

" Well, do you have a movie you wanna watch?" Lisa asks, thumb circling and massaging my thighs in a way to show affection. Despite both of them being psychos, Lisa has always had a soft part to her. Don't get me wrong, she's still a murderer and a crazy bitch, but she's always been a softie as well.

" 'Secret obsession', it would set the mood perfectly with you both here." I reply. I'm really risking everything I have but it's not my fault. If they want me so bad, they'll have to deal with this attitude.

Jennie visibly gets a little annoyed and takes her arm away from my shoulder, standing up.

" Alright, movie can be watched tomorrow. Let's go to bed Lali." Jennie held her hand out to Lisa, obviously trying to calm herself down before she leads to hurting me when I'm already in pain. That would be against Lisa's pleads.

" But Jen," Lisa's protests is cut short when Jennie raises an eyebrow at her. It's almost as if Jennie is sending her a warning which makes a tiny shiver go down my spine. I'm starting to see something I've never seen before.

Lisa being controlled.

It's almost like Jennie has been manipulating Lisa. And as much as I like the fact of one of them suffering, I didn't mean it like this.

Lisa is quick to get up after a peck on my cheek and takes Jennie's hand, just before they both leave into their room, Jennie once again cuffs my wrist to the lamp and throws a blanket at me before turning the lights off.

Painfully, I throw the blanket across my body all the while making sure not to tug on the cuffs too much because they hurt. The blade in my bra is still there and I can feel a small cut on my breast as well, the blood has probably been absorbed by the bra padding. It's really uncomfortable and always cuts further in to my skin if I move in a certain direction but I always keep in mind that it may come in hand for defence.

I close my eyes and get ready to drift into the darkness, the one place I have always remembered where I don't feel.

I don't feel happy. I don't feel Sad. I don't feel regret. I don't feel angry.

I simply feel nothing.

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My whole body shakes when a glass shatters, red lights blinking in the house and waking me up from the numbness. On reflex, I quickly sit up and pull my knees to my chest, wondering what has happened this time.

I feel like this is a test that they are playing on me, seeing if I will scream for help or try to take this as a chance to run. On the other hand, I hope that it's the police that have finally caught them and they will save me.

Nonetheless, thoughts of the consequences aside, I scream,

" Someone help! I'm here in the living room!"

If there is a chance, I'm not skipping this opportunity.

And for the second time, my whole body shakes once again when I hear a loud scream. Not again, please not again.

" You bitch! Lalisa, get her!"

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