Someone like you || (Kth ff)

Chapter 25: Run away

"Get up!" Someone yelled close to my ear.

Like the first time, I didn't jerk awake. I'd gotten used to this. This was how I had been awakened by the same guy every morning for the past week.

I opened my eyes and sat up from my sleeping position. At this point, I'd gotten used to sleeping on the ground everyday.

For the past two weeks, all I'd done was separate grapes and collect cigarette butts from the main hall of the building. Yes, separate grapes. They made wine here. The wine that Bora had been drinking here was made here. Also these people smoked a lot. And I'd smoked for the first time too.

It had been the third day when I had been busy picking up the cigarette butts and one of the guys had walked up to me and offered me a cigarette. I looked closely at his face but then ended up taking it. And I don't regret it.

I feel like I've gone crazy in the past week. I've been smoking non stop, eating whatever they give and I bathe once in three days. If someone would look at me right now, they'd think I'm psychotic.

And the reason I am here. It was him. Of course. I hadn't seen him yet but I knew that he won't let me go. I was trapped here. I'd panicked during the first week. I'd cried all the time and shouted for them to let me go, but I was shut down by a smack or two. Whenever I said anything, they'd point a gun to my head, but I knew that they wouldn't shoot me. He'd kill them if he found out I was dead. He wanted me alive. He wanted to kill me himself.

The following week, I'd tried to get used to all this. And I'd succeeded. People roaming around with guns, getting beaten up, not having enough food to eat, I'd gotten used to all this. I knew that they won't let me go, unless I do what he wants. And I have no idea what he wants.

But I knew what I had to do. I had to find a way out myself. I'd been keeping track of all the nooks and corners of this building, whenever I was told to go work. I'd figured out a way. I was almost 70% sure of it. It's a very good percent in this situation. I had 70% chance that I'd get out of this building and then find my way back anyhow. But if I get caught, I'll probably die. But I don't care. I can't do what he wants. Even though I don't know what he wants.

I looked to my right and saw the two other girls picking up the cigarette butts. They were looking at me with pitiful eyes and I smirked at them.

I grabbed a cigarette and walked to the fourth floor. I had been given a room. It had nothing but a mirror, which I don't think was needed.

I lit my cigarette and took a long drag. I closed my eyes as I exhaled.

I was going to run away tonight. At 1:30 am. There will be guards, but I'll manage somehow. I sighed as I put the cigarette on the ground.

What have I become? I know being in this situation is not pleasant at all, but what I'm doing with myself is wrong. I've let go of myself. All the effort that Taehyung and the boys had put into making me get a hold of myself, I'd failed all of it. I wasn't exactly broken. I was out of hope. I had no hope of making it out alive. I was ready to kill someone right now, if they came in my way. This is what feared me. I was ready to kill someone. The thing that disgusted me the most, cigarettes, is now the only thing that helps me calm myself. I didn't know it was possible to ruin myself like this in a span of just two weeks.

I sighed again.

Now all I can do is wait.

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1:30 am

I got up from the ground and walked to the mirror. This was the first time I'd looked at myself in ten days.