Cannibal: BTS ff

Part 11

She doesn't know what to think. She doesn't know what's going on. The woman paces back and forth in the small attack that she had taken over as her room, rubbing at her arms as she tries to stay warm.

She keeps going over what Jungkook said in his room earlier, his voice echoing in her ears. When he had asked her if she was cold, she was ready to smirk and say that she wasn't at all. But that's the thing; she was. She could feel herself shivering as the cold of the room hit her, goosebumps dotting along her arms and legs. She hasn't felt cold in a few years, when she first started doing what she does.

She shakes her head before marching over to her closet, looking through all of her clothes. She doesn't have many, but she was able to find a pair of leggings and a long sleeved shirt. She slips the articles of clothing on before resuming her pacing again, still not exactly sure why this is happening.

"Holy shit" she whispers, a surge of pain making her double over and clutch her stomach. Her eyes water from the sensation, a low groan escaping her mouth. It gets to the point where it is so painful that she drops to the floor, one hand holding her up while the other one is pressed against her stomach.

Just the thought of blood makes her sick, her stomach clenching as she dry heaves. Her tears feel hot against her cold cheeks, the salty taste tickling her taste buds. Something is horribly wrong, and she doesn't know what to do. She slowly lifts her head up and stares at the other end of the room where she has been keeping the food for the guys, her throat suddenly going dry.

It hurts to stand, but she does it. She is unstable on her feet as she takes small steps in that direction, her hands still pressed tightly against her stomach. She stumbles a little bit before catching herself on the table, her arms shaking from the strain. Her mouth isn't used to chewing, her jaw getting sore just from trying to eat the sandwich that was sitting on the counter.

She can immediately tell that that was exactly what she needed when the immense pain in her stomach starts to fade away. She closes her eyes and takes deep breaths as she practically inhales the food in her hand, wiping her tears away with her free hand.

She is completely still after she finishes, her eyes wide as she slowly sinks down to the floor below her. She brings her knees to her chest and wraps her arms around them, rocking from side to side as she starts to get more and more scared. This is the first time in years that she has been able to think this clearly. This is also the first time in years that she feels all of the fear and anxiety that she had felt the first time she found this house.

She needs to do something. She needs to think of some way that she can sort all of this out. She's just gotta make sure that she doesn't find out.