Harmless || Stray Kids ✔️

11

I stand, pushing open the door to a convenience store. The time for my lesson already passed. I was in trouble, but I'd rather get yelled at by my loving leader than never see him again.

"Hello," I bow to the cashier. "Can I use your phone? I'm lost, and I don't have service."

She says nothing. Is this a fucking game?

"Please, miss. I'd like to use your phone."

It's like she couldn't even see me. I was lost and alone and so fucking terrified. What's happening? How is this real? People don't straight up ignore others! Especially the handful that I've asked.

I leave the store, running my hands through my hair. Panic was settling in. No one can see me. No one can talk to me. Nothing is working. I'm lost forever. Am I dead? Am I a ghost? I never thought they were real. Did I get hit by a car? Did I eat a bad meal?

I find myself on a park bench by a pond. People stroll by. I didn't exist to them. How could I get lost in a crowd of people?

Tears slip down my cheeks. I bury my face in my arms, pulling my knees to my chest. I've never felt such fear before. Yes, I've gotten lost as a child. That's what sparked my phobia. I thought I was over it though. Growing up and having people around me. I always have my phone with me. I'm always aware of my surroundings. How could this happen?

The sun goes down. My stomach gurgles, my face is pale, and my hands are trembling. It's so cold out here, despite it being summer. There were stray people walking, but everyone had gone home to their families or just home.

I want to go home. I'm so scared. I couldn't even fall asleep if I wanted to. It was frightening enough being out at night alone. It wouldn't make a difference. People don't seem to see that I exist.

My phone then buzzes in my pocket. I jump at the sudden vibration, but I whip it out. When I answer it, there's silence.

"H-hello? Hyung? Please tell me you're there," I sob out, not being able to stand the silence any longer.

"Hyunjin, where the fuck are you? It's been hours. We've all been trying to contact you."

I sob louder, curling in on myself. "I-I don't know! E-every time I tried calling-"

The line went dead. I look at my phone. It died. After all these hours, I finally died. Right when I had him there. Right when I could've gotten myself out of here.

I slam the device on the bench, sobbing out harshly. I cried and cried. I'm going to be stuck here forever. They're never going to find me. I'm lost. I'm so fucking lost. Where am I? Where is my family? Were they going to look for me? Were they out right now?

I could only grasp onto that tiny bit of hope.