hurt | sehun+yixing

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"Get away from me!"
I demand, my voice shaky and weak.

I yank his arm away, aiming for his chest with my knife but I can't see myself inserting it through his skin.

The boy lets out a faint chuckle, lifting one arm to flash his gun.

I immediately find my knees weaken and I turn around and begin running away from the boy with fear taking over my entire body.

I don't want to die.

I hear rushed footsteps from behind. I know this stranger is coming after me.