Falling for my enemy

Trust me

My POV
"Y/N!!!!! HOLD TIGHT" I hear my father scream. That's the last thing I hear from him.
I feel enormous pain in my whole body. I can't see anything, my eyes are full of blood.

Blood is everywhere, I feel it. I try to get up, but my feet are numb, actually, my whole body is numb. It feels impossible to scream.
"Mom..dad.." I force myself to say.
Nothing.
I hear nothing.

It's quiet.
"Mom..pls..I—"

I wake up.

I'm sweating, my breathing is heavy. I look around me, I'm in my room. I look at the time, it's 4 am. I keep having these nightmares. Always the same story. Either I'm covered in blood or I'm blind, but there is always something in common with all these dreams. I'm always alone..

I've had enough, I couldn't sleep. I decide to call my parents. They took a vacation to Japan. When will they be back. I haven't heard from them since they left.

I try to call them a couple of times, they don't pick up.  "They're probably sleeping right now.." I say.
Whatever.. just go back to sleep..

The next day

I invite Zara over to my house after school. I haven't spend that much time with her lately. Seems like whenever I try to, it never happens. There is always something preventing it.

"Why did I even agree to this.." I sigh.
We're sitting at the kitchen table, she's helping me with the big presentation I agreed to have in front of the whole school. There is other students also volunteering to this kind of stuff.

I guess I wanted to do it because of Zara. She has the confidence, I want it too.

"Well, here is my tips" Zara says.

I began to listen.

We worked for hours. I'm gonna present it tomorrow, I'm nervous.

It's 22:00 pm. Zara left an hour ago, I'm still working on the project.

*Someone knocks the door*

I get surprised, who knocks now? I get up, and open the door.

...It's Jungkook

"Oh, you stalker" I say.
"Excuse you, I always drop you off here after work, how am I a stalker"
"Right.. I forgot you knew where I lived"

That's embarrassing, y/n...

"Well...I just wanted to drop off this dish my mom made, she wanted me to give it to you. I know it's late—"
"No, that's fine. I'm actually hungry, thanks" I grab the food from him.

"...wanna come in?"
He looks surprised.
"Oh, uh sure"

I close the door behind him. "Your finally being nice with me" he smirks.
"Don't flatter yourself"
"I won't"

We sit at the table.
"Woah, you're really working hard for this project"
"Yeah.. I figured if I do it, I'll maybe get more confident"
"Why? Just because your too nervous to do it, doesn't mean your not confident"

I look at him confused.

"I'm too nervous to even present this, but that doesn't mean I lack confidence" he says.

"So what your saying is... I don't lack confidence, I'm just—"
"You just can't see it" he interrupts me.

"We are similar. We both are pretty confident people, trust me, I can see it"

"How?" I genuinely ask.

"You know how to be yourself, confidently"

"I don't know about that.." I say.

"I see myself when I look at you"

I mean to be honest same.. we are both very annoying and late to everything.

"Trust me" he says while looking straight into my eyes.

"I—"
"Do you trust me?"

I pause.

"No"

It gets quiet.

"Then you don't trust yourself."

I look down. What does he mean? Yeah as much as I'm trying to deny it, we are pretty similar. These past months I have worked with him, I see what kind of person he is. Not a bad person..

He is a good person, but.. I don't know.

I don't know if I consider him as a friend or not. Everyone seems to like him, why can't I see it..

"You will see what I mean, y/n"

I hope so.