𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗦 | 𝘁𝗸 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀

bleeding roses

"oh, I love cookies." he said staring at me with that weird face. i knew he was talking about me.

"weirdo." i said, examining his handsome features.

suddenly, we heard a knock on the door, i looked over at taehyung, he gave me an apologetic look and went to open the door. the nurse and taehyung were talking about something that i wasn't aware of.

i watched as he slowly faded outside. i tried to put my mind into ease. the smell of hospital, the white walls, something about them is so depressing.

the deja vu i got from my ill dream is haunting me again. i did things unconsciously to distract myself from my disturbing thoughts, as my hands slid through the sheets of papers scattered over my boyfriend's desk.

he's so messy. one sheet of paper caught my attention. there were boxes drawn, with names inside. there it was, the deja vu. the thing i saw in my dream today.

there were five names of females, and 2 names of males, written down, with days.

monday- julia
tuesday- anna

"what..." i gasped, as i saw my own name written on sunday. we go on dates regularly, on sundays.

it didn't take long for me to understand this whole situation. taehyung. my taehyung. he's been cheating on me. playing with me. dating several people behind my back.

exactly what my dream portrayed.

i felt my breathing go unsteady. my heartbeat raising. what is he doing with the nurse for so long?

are they kissing?

i think... i'm having a panic attack.

i should go to sleep. my head is throbbing. whatever i witnessed, was it all true? or am i imagining things? i did take my pills today.

it's no excuse i imagined it all.

it's real.

it's fucking real.

i ran my fingers through my hair, gripping them on the process, before dragging my hands down my face. i probably look like a mad man.

i felt that my palms were wet. i didn't know if it was because of my sweaty face, or is it my palms that are perspiring.

i stared gasping for air. this room is suffocating. i couldn't think straight.

but yet i was, thinking of theories that proved me wrong. proved that my taehyungie didn't cheat on me.

he wouldn't, would he?

but what about my dreams...

i should sleep. my eyelids are unusually heavy. heavier than I've ever felt.

a trail of unintelligible words rang in my mind, before I completely lost control over myself. i didn't realise when exactly i lost my consciousness. i didn't even know if I had lost it.

i only realised it when i was being lifted up, a stinging pain in my forehead. i probably hit my head while I fell down and kissed the ground.

gosh, it's embarassing.

i opened my eyes, to see taehyung's worried face. he kept asking me questions, and i was annoyed. i was so tired, that I couldn't answer any of them.

"love, what happened to you?"

the blurriness i saw around the corners of my vision, and a striking brightness in the middle, slowly disappeared. my vision more prominent.

he dabbed my face with a wet cloth. he dabbed them on my eyes pretty harshly, probably to help me gain my consciousness.