Forever Mine

9

Just like any other morning I wake Up to Yoongi staring at me, much to my dismay. Every time he's sitting there watching me sleep until I wake up in which he replies with
"Good morning my sweet~!"
I silently nod and pull down my shirt as thats also a thing he does while I sleep
"may you please stop watching me sleep..?"
I would ask for him to respond with
"No~ Now lets downstairs and have dinner!"
For him to grab my hand and pull me out of my bed every day is an absolute royal pain in the butt. "Good morning everyone~!" Yoongi booms with happiness to the others much to their surprise "Yoongi something good happen?" Hoseok excitedly asked "Why yes indeed! Y/N and I are gonna sleep in the same bed now!" He yells to the others as they cheer and congratulate him except Namjoon and Seokjin who only clap in dismay. They are the ones who pity me as they think "poor girl" and "what a shame..." as they clap to please Yoongi. "Please let me go..." I whisper as his grip on me is starting to hurt "oh of course darling~" he coo's as he lets go to reveal a red hand mark. "Y/N I'm leaving for some important business with the others I want you to stay here for about 2-3 days kay?" He smiles at me "And I'll have you know that we have cameras in every nook and cranny so don't try to pull anything."
His threats escape his mouth as if they where nothing but a simple line. How could someone talk with such happiness? He's a man that contains no emotions nor empathy in his heart, Yoongi is a very cold man. "The best thing to do is see my surroundings." I look out of every window look through every room and find many interesting things. For one Yoongi seems to have about a dozen cameras in my room, who would have guessed that each light had a camera implanted? Second there seems to be a room full of screens with each camera, that said if I really did want to take every single camera out I'd have to rip everything out. The last thing is rather strange, its a library filled with books. But none seem to be store bought, they all seem like little diary logs some words are scribbled out while other are barely hard to interpret. Some pages are blank, some are ripped, others are soiled with blood. I keep on flipping and flipping through trying to make sense of it all trying to put myself in the perspective of the writer but nothing. I walk to the basement, the very basement where the stench was enough to vomit. I stand in front the door my hands quiver as I try and reach for the door nob. Cold and damp, I hate every last bit of it. I couldn't bring myself to open such a room, what would I see? What would happen? The consequences? I fear life itself. I feel as if I'm trapped in a pound only allowed to go a extended amount, I cannot imagine the ocean I cannot think through the possibilities of the wide vast ocean. I walk back, to my room unsure what to make of myself. Am I a coward? Am I really up to make to such lengths? Many thoughts go through my head. I could never really leave this place now can I? Laying in this bed made for me, the sheets and bedding picked out with such luxurious brands. Could this really be so bad? How could it? Am I being selfish? I look down on my hands as I see them morph to the shapes of those letters, the books I read for hours trying to make sense of it. I face the wall nothing could make right or wrong nothing leads me to the right direction. I slam my head as hard as I could, a big thud echos out as I feel the warm blood trickle out and run through my face. I want out but could I be able to? I bang my head again, but this time I black out. I awake in a hospital I jump in panic as this isn't the house yet I see no one in the room, without a second thought I rip out the cords and tubes that where inserted in me and run out with a scalpel that was on the desk, I run to god knows where in a panic as I push the doors open, I hear gasps as I run past. Everything is dizzy and I start to lose balance but I keep on going opening doors that lead to my freedom. Tripping over my own feet as I stumble to the final pair of doors, I stop at my tracks look down to my feet as they're barefoot and slightly red. They sting as I feel my forehead, it feels like a patch is in its place I could peel it off but I rather not. If I walk out those doors I'll be free. But what if I get caught? Wait, how did I even get to the hospital?
"Turn around will ya~?"
I turn holding the scalpel with my shaky hands as I back up to the doors.
"Let me- let ME GO!" I run towards him as I push the scalpel with all my force. He looks at my in disbelief as I fall to the ground to my horror as I did it. I stabbed him, I stabbed Yoongi.
He hold the scalpel in place as he yells for the others. I scuffle to my feet and run out the door into the city. Yoongi's walls may have eyes but the city doesn't. I hear in the distance Yoongi screaming in agony "What are you doing?! Go after her!! Y/N come back!!!" His voice echos in me as I hear footsteps running to me. My heart pulsing as I feel it move to my throat. I've never felt more alive in my life.
Freedom...