❝ Again. He was back again in this dark room filled with closed doors. Tried again to open them one by one. Nothing to do, they was locked. He look nervously around him. On which side "it" will appear this time? He heard footstep forwards. He hated it, he was scared. He began to throw himself at the first door. It has to open. He should escape "it". With a shout of rage he crushed all his weight on the wooden door. The sound of a door opening was heard. He congealed on the spot. He felt a thrill going through his whole body. Too late. "It" was already here.
Taehyung waked up suddently, shortness of breath and all wet with sweat. He looked around. He was in his own bedroom. He remained motionless in his bed, looking at the ceiling without seeing it, waiting for his heart to calm down. It's not the first time he had this dream. Or rather this nightmare. He had nightmares before. But that one was special.
After a moment in the dark, feeling calm down, he got up and went to bathroom. He wasn't sleepy anymore, so he decided to take a shower and go out for some fresh air. ❞
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↷ ❝ He opened slowly his door and silently went out in the dark.
But he stopped right on the doorstep. It was this room. He was back in this room.
He turned precipitously towards the door of his room. But he found himself facing a wall. He put a trembling hand on the cold surface. He felt his heart beating right into his fingers.
Why? It shouldn't be a dream... Yet he was still stuck in this endless nightmare.
He didn't have much time to wallow that he was already hearing the sound of the steps approaching. He didn't want to have to face "it". He had to escape.
He looked at the doors facing him. Which one to take? They were all so different. He quickly went around the room. He chose the door that seemed worn out the most. Made of old woods, engrossed by time and covered with green foam. With a bit of luck this one will open up a little better.
The footsteps were getting louder and louder. He had to hurry. Without asking anymore questions, he stood back to take the plunge and threw both feet forward against the door.
As the door broke under impact, he heard the squeaking of another door opening. He didn't have time to think about what happened. Because his jump made him fall straight into a black hole.
The scream he was about to push was stuck in his throat because of the speed of his fall. He had no control over his body which remained paralyzed by fear. He could only wait for the impact.
After an endless moment. A small glimmer appeared. As he was falling the halo of light became wider and more and more dazzling. When the light became too bright he preferred close his eyes to not see what was waiting for him downstairs.
Surprisingly the impact was less violent than he thought. He fell into that sweet and mellow thing. He opened his eyes slowly. He had fallen into a pool of yellow cotton flies around him like golden dust. These little balls had a wonderful flower fragrance.
