Harmless || Stray Kids ✔️

30

Minho

My back is firmly pressed against the cement wall. My hands are coated with sticky blood, helping me keep myself from falling. The way I'm sitting is almost numbing; my leg folded behind me as my other leg is pressed against my chest.

There's a trench in front of me. The only thing keeping me from falling down is a small, curved ledge. There's no way to get out.

The silence around me is suffocating, but if there was any noise, it'd probably startle me into falling.

A headache throbs at my temples as I continue to push myself against the wall. There were tiny pebbles digging into my palm. I swallow thickly, feeling sweat begin to build up.

A sudden rumble above me makes me look up. The clouds were a dark grey and rolling in fast.

No, please. Please, someone help me.

The first few droplets force me to hold my breath. I need to get out of here before it starts pouring. When I try moving my leg from under me, my shoes begin to slide. A whimper escapes my lips. My grip was loosening as my muscles tensed harshly. I couldn't lose this battle.

It was life or death. I choose life.

But the rain was choosing death.

My back is flat against the wall, but the space feels like it's getting smaller and smaller. My hands covered in blood are aching from their stretched position, but I refuse to move them. The knee underneath me was becoming numb.

Everything was against me. I was going to fall. There was no possible way of getting out of here. There was no exit. I was placed here for a reason. Whatever or whoever did this knew what they were doing. I'm doomed.

My hair is soaking with rain water. My clothes are drenched. The blood is slowly being washed off, the sticky mess losing it's gripping ability. This is it. I can't prevent it any longer. My shoe is slipping, my clothes bunching up as they slide along.

Cries pour out as I try to push myself up. My attempts only leave blood trails that would be soon washed away.

"No," I whisper, my foot dangling over the edge. My shaking limbs didn't help the situation. Before I could turn onto my stomach, the ledge disappeared from underneath me.

A gasp shocks my body as I stare up. The light from the sky is falling away while I just sink further and further into the darkness.

A bloody scream leaves my throat as I grab whatever I could. It was soft, what I had grasped, and it fell right with me. Reality hit me hard when my body bounces against a hard surface.

I sit up in a rush, my eyes wide open. I'm in my room. I'm just in my room. My legs unconsciously push my body back until it hits the wall. I can't catch my breath no matter how many I take.

The door to the bedroom slams open, my friends piling in with worry etched onto their faces. They stare at me with wonder until sobs make me fall apart.

Someone pulls me into their arms. "Shh, it's okay, hyung. It's okay. You're safe with us. You're here and alive. It's okay. You're okay."

I cry against their chest, muffling myself. My fists clench around their sweatshirt, bundling up the fabric. Why is this happening? I thought it was over. I thought we had all gone through it. Why did it happen again? How long was this going to keep happening?

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•I got the inspiration for this specific fear from this video on YouTube: Curve by Short of the Week. Their idea for this film was crazy, and I absolutely loved it•